White Out

Yesterday the cold was like some northern raider laying claim to everything outdoors. The little snow that fell on Saturday effectively convinced the land that it was larger than all life itself. Blowing in white whirlwinds across the frozen river, it joined forces with the winter’s arctic onslaught, dimming the sight of eastern pines upon the other shore. That was the last greenery to meet my sight before I turned the wheel towards home.

~Son Rivers 2007