frozen
The river flows with fresh crystal coverings. Mother nature is twisted here. Seasons completely missed. A blink of autumn has submerged into a long winter. whiteness pure and clean. Hiding the reality of what lies beneath....but stabbing at our fragile thin layers....we hide inside, in layers, protecting what is and will be. bundled we slide through, a bond too strong to break....And then the sun shines and the snow melts again.
