A Walk in the Park

The biting cold nipped at her cheeks as she walked along the

snow covered path through the deserted park.  Her breath,

warm against the wool scarf across her face, billowed out

forming mini clouds that disappeared quickly into the frigid air.

One leather gloved hand held onto her yawning umbrella while

the other clutched her chest to increase the body heat inside

her parka.

The light snow fell softly from the grey sky overhead, coming to

rest on her umbrella and blanketing the entire landscape like a

winter wonderland.   She could feel the brittle crunch of the snow

below her fur lined winter boots as she strolled through the

picturesque tapestry before her. Nary a sound could be heard.

Lost in her thoughts, she is startled when a brave brown squirrel

scurries across the snowy path in front of her.  Taken aback,

she stops abruptly and gasps in initial fear of immediate attack.

Quickly assessing the lack of danger from the four legged intruder,

she greets him with a cheery, “Good morning young man.”  Her calm

response belies her racing heart as she returns to her morning walk.

The snowfall is increasing in volume as she turns and heads for home.

Thoughts of a hot cup of mocha coffee with a dash of Kahlua and the

morning paper dance through her head.  And so it was.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole