The deep snow
cushioned each step
as I walked into the deep
forest towards my cabin.
With the artic weather there was
a lack of wildlife leaving the
forest in silence with
frozen branches dancing in the moonlight
and offering there own
cadence as I marched forward.
The thought of the warm fire
just moments ahead of me
kept me moving
at a brisk pace
as I yearned for the peace
and comfort
that this New Year's eve would provide
alone with my memories…
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