The cold wind tousles my hair gently as big, white, glittering
flakes swirl all around. I sit quietly on the wooden bench in the middle of the
deserted park, underneath the soft glow of an old fashioned, wrought iron
street light. The great silence in the night wraps around me like a familiar
blanket…comforting my soul…warming my heart. Slides, swings, and merry-go-rounds
empty…resting…coated in white softness. I am saddened momentarily, as I realize
that I alone am privy to this magic winter moment…as the world around me
sleeps. Then…joy overcomes the sadness…as I realize that I alone…am privy to
this magic winter moment…as the world around me sleeps…
