There was a time I walked away from a disagreeable circumstance. I walked into a cold night, dressed for winter with boots on, leather jacket, long hair covered with a hat.
Not sure of the way home, I only knew that north would take me to the main road and then west would take me home. I walked miles under an unnamed moon.
I remember the crisp air, blue of the snow, ice crunching under my boots and how the light fell against the snowbound trees. I felt lost while finding my way home.
Blue freeze of winter
Beauty penetrates the night
Leads a path to home