A Winter Journey

The thick snow squeaks beneath the tread of the boot as I march ever onward. Still it falls, thicker flakes now swirling around in the winter wind as it whips my face. My nose, so cold now I can barely feel it, seems to stick to the zip of my jacket pulled up high. I must keep moving, though each step is now hindered as snow clings to the bottom of my boot. The bitter wind is now pushing me back so that I am forced to lean into it, hunched, challenging it to stop my movement forward. I must be nearly there now, I can hear the faint sounds though they still seem so distant. Yes, I am close, I see the lights, not far now just a few steps further. As I bundle in through the door the sounds and smells all hit me at once. I have made it, the bar is still open and serving Gluwein by the jug. It was worth the epic journey across the street. Besides, on the way home I won’t care or notice whether it is still snowing or not.

A Winter Journey

Fay  Hughes

Javea, Spain

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