At midnight Â silence beckoned.
It told that snow had fallen. I rose to stand listening, fingertips pressed togetherÂ at a windowsill alter.
Creeks flow, hushed and reverent. In a vast forest the size of cities, sheÂ and I are the only human souls that hour in a sea of unbroken indigo.
Ours, Â the only breathings, our dreams alone hover over an immaculate complexion of winter. Be still, and know…