Late April snow on Catskills
The earth all white
Full moon
Everything still
engulfed in white light
The owl hoots on a tall
pine tree loaded with snow
You and I at midnight
holding hands walk on the snow
We are of stillness
calm, tranquil, peaceful
quietness allures us.
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Fascinating landscape where everything stands still to witness an ethereal action. Thanks. You and I at midnight holding hands walk on the snow
Thank you Rajnish for stopping bye to witness the ethereal beauty.