A Voice the Wind Carries

Mist rains down upon the frozen ground like snowflakes. In a corner of the sky, indigo and gold drift away from my outstretched fingers. As a chorus of night creatures begins to sing, the soft glow of dusk spills onto the trees and bathes the moonless sky in a lavender hue. Fog gathers to cloak the earth in swirling white, and I dance upon this sea of clouds that scatters at my feet. A voice is carried on the wind that drifts past me; I know neither the language nor the song, but I yearn to understand. The voice fades as the wind dies with a final kiss upon my cheek, and I stand in silence.


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