Montag, 28. Januar 2013

Winter walk





  

It was ass-cold and the sky full of mist. The snow on the trees was frozen and squeezed the branches under its weight. It was quiet, only the trees creaking under the ice wind.
The small lake in the middle of the forest was petrified and white like the sky.



A dog team raced on crunching runners across the snowy meadow. Then there was silence again.