the dusk is gelid.
harsh winter winds strike the branches of the barren tree.
a crow flies off and beats its wings against the frosty air.
it screeches, outraged at the savage wind.
the night is desolate.
on the unmarked snow rests a skeleton against a tree.
limbs limp and head cocked backwards,
while hollows of his eyes stare into the epic emptiness of the night.
the dawn is promising.
an old man walks towards the tree.
he sits next to the skeleton and leans against the trunk.
then he greets him,
Created: Jul 30, 2012everythingaud Document Media