I finally came to realize I'd been combing through old family photos for hours.

It's been a year today since my father passed away and it still feels like yesterday.

The pictures of him as I grew up replace sadness with a peaceful longing.

Snap shots of him as a young man leave me wishing I had known him then.

Feeling cooped up I decide to brave the snow and get some badly needed fresh air.

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

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

Snowflakes dance in the glow of the streetlights that
guide my way to nowhere.

The snow continues to descend obscuring the city's dinge in a blanket of white.

I try to forget the cold but the puffs of steam rising from every breath are a constant reminder.

Lost in my flurry of thoughts I force my hands deeper within...