The ground is covered in snow, meringue hills undulates in soft shades of white and light grey. The sky is covered in milky clouds and the snow swarms around us like moths. The sound of our skies is muffled by the soft snow. We have not talked for the last few hours, and I have daydreamed, projecting colors on ink-washed background.
Yesterday the sky was blue, with razored shadows. Today it’s filled with fantasy.
I stop and ask you if it’s time for lunch. You nod and put your backpack down, We bring out our shovels and dig ourselves a hole. We are midway and before us lay unbroken snow. There are still some thoughts to think before we reach the cabin for the night.
from left to right
pawprints of a wolverine —
sound of water
I prompt the haibun Monday at dVerse and the topic is grey. Join us with your thought on grey.