The frost held in the breeze and swept over my extremities like an unseen fog.
But between the hours of my waking and becoming awake i saw it recede from the land like a wave on the outgoing tide.
The cold did not concern me because it was met with the radiance and warmth of a newly thawing sun, waking up from what has been a very long winter.
I anticipate the days where the jumpers are shed, no more necessary knitted armor to defend from the cold.
Until then I watch the world from a window, the silence of it all: before humanity finds its feet again and disturbs the sounds of nature.
It’s and the world looks beautiful…no time to waste,