unlike last year there is no snow yet
but the wind chill is quiet cold--
Numbing your skin
tearing into your bones
freezing your emotions…
In the dead of night I am awake--
lying in my bedroom
staring into the gloom with nothing else to do
But I like the quiet;
the stillness of the place
the serenity of the moment.
For I am at peace with myself when I am alone in total darkness.
Sunday, December 24, 2006