I am sitting here at my desk now listening to the wind howling outside my window. I love that sound because it seems to be able to pull the deepest thoughts from my soul. Earlier this evening I took a walk through the empty snow-covered streets staring at the evening lights shining from the houses, but not a person stirring. I felt as an interloper or perhaps more like an adventurer braving the snow and cold to soak in the loneliness of a winter storm. The wind and snow made me hunker down as I made my way through the silent streets, glad I had dressed for the occasion. My footprints will be gone tomorrow, blown away by the wind, but each step will be with me and will carry me back to my solitary adventure in winter’s domain.
John B. DeLap 