Wiping the foggy window with my sleeve I stare into the empty street.

The snow continues to descend from the canopy of clouds above.

Bundled up I step onto the sidewalk for a quiet walk alone.

Snowflakes are dancing in the streetlights
Leading the way to nowhere.

Lost in thought I force my hands deeper into my pockets

Almost forgetting the cold if not for the puff of steam rising from my breath.

Plodding on through the snow I stare down at my boots to avoid the wind.

I need new boots...



© B. D. Caissie