A Winter Walk

Walking through the woods the snow began to cover every inch of land leaving a white blanket on the surface, soon the fog crept up behind the middle aged man as he stood still and listened to the trees whisper to one another, he then glanced at the river which was frozen in time. He took one step forward and noticed the ghosts mimicking his every move like ducklings mimicking their mother. The snow began to cover every inch of land leaving a white blanket on the surface. The middle aged man found the woods to be his escape and his best kept secret, the ghosts and trees were his friends, for he knew they were the lost souls of those he loved and lost. The woods were the only place where he felt loved and happy, so it pained him as his walk came to an end.