A Winter Walk

        It was a day where the river was sleeping, the trees questioned thier existence, and the sky drained any sight or source of color.  The atmosphere was a cemetary; dead and weary.  The snow danced around me wanting to lick my skin.  The forest forshadowed a kind of natural disaster.  A snowstorm, maybe.  They told us to wear these cloaks to avoid any false distractions. We started to head North for wanted protection and habitation.  I could see the various footprints left behind mostly by the draggy old man in front of me. I followed his path towards a new environment tht everyone was talking about.  "Where are we going?" I asked him.  He replied, "Somewhere where the cats were barking and the trees grew from the sky." From then on I thought, "This old man is crazy. That 'somewhere' is bizarre." But as we walked further down this path, It lead to .. nowhere. Our destination was a continuous walk through this sacred forest.We're stuck.