It was a foggy frosty morning when I took this picture. It reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago.
I walked out the backdoor of my life into desolate bleak grey snow blending into a steel grey sky — with no beginning, with no end. No shadows defined my place in this universe of horizonless space — nothing moved as all were petrified like a garden of lifeless stone. I wandered away into emptiness — an unforgiving frigid desert lost to visual perspective — searching for a lost memory. In a far distance that did not exist I heard a coyote scream her hunger.
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