It’s cold outside with rain coating everything with ice. As I walk I feel it tugging on the warmth of my breath.
Time crawls and it seems that it will almost stop. I am at peace with what is to come. I always have been. As I walk it brings back memories of a place where I have yet to go but yet I can still remember. I listen to the silence and it wraps around me like a blanket. Silence has always comforted me. It reminds me of a choice I made so long ago. It reminds me of home. It doesn’t come as a surprise that most are not comfortable in the silence. I guess It reminds us of things only whispered