Across A Bridge

Across a bridge, I went for a walk in a snowy forest of evergreen and white, flakes lying in the conifer needles a winter delight, and as l wandered, walking through this space, wondering at the unavoidable beauty of this place, I mused about how when I was young, I would run, not minding the cold in wind-driven falling snow, now I’m slow, older and colder, but I still connect to the solitude and silence, I stop more to sit, to breathe out, breathe in, calm my spin, I stop thinking, only observing and listening, in a wild, away from human thundering