The Park.

Motionless. Vast, desolate, and yet, suffocating. Winters true face, horrid. Townsfolk abscond to brighter scenes, fires, feasts and spirits. In one moment, a wild rage every exhaled breath from the North blows a frozen hell upon the scene, in the next, an indignant sigh, released over the land – A reaction to my discontent. OneContinue reading “The Park.”