Cold
A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

Journal Tags
This journal entry has been tagged with:
Search the Archives

Search:  

Stormy Reflections

Wave 921

Friday

The 19th of December, 2008 at 02:51 PM

It was the middle of the night when I stepped into my car. Snow was hastily falling from above, littering the streets and cluttering my eyes. I creeped onto the freeway and joined a train of cars. My car magically flew at warp speed into a universal blizzard, steadily following the faint gleaming glow of the tail-lights of another vehicle. Just then those lights flickered out of view, as if dissolving into the blitz of chaos. I could not see the road, all I could see was snow. I did not know where the asphalt crumbled or the dirt began, I just knew I had to keep rolling. I was leading a train of lights, navigating darkness on a familiar road. And I was scared.

Somehow, I safely found my way home. But my un-nerving drive home got me to thinking. Are we leading anyone? And, Do we know where we are going?

Previous | Archive Home | Next

Comments

Kellie Rosenberg
December 28th, 09:05:17 PM

You’ve helped lead me into the most important direction  of my life that I’m afraid I would not have found if it wasn’t for you. For that, I will love you always =)


2 Weeks Past

Comments have exceeded the two week time limit and further comments have been closed.

Bringin' you the tide since 2005 | © BlueShallow.com | Copyright information