And I was tried. Tried by those around me and the silly decisions they stood by. I continued to grapple with road block after road block trying to make sense out of the bumps in the way. Mid-day, I threw in the towel past a faint memory of my silence. The fire returned; nothing but time settled the glowing embers.
Yesterday morning, I was again, faced with snow. This time, I met my match head-on.
My chest cold fought for domination, but I knew the fresh air and a decent run would help ease the pain. I checked the temperature before rolling out of bed at 4:30 - yup, it's cold, twenty degrees cold with an even colder real-feel. My car warmed up and I suited up. A few sips of water, a cough drop and ten minutes later, I drove to our meet up.
Our shoes supported by Yaktrax, we three hit the streets' packed snow on our route. We talked for some time; I, mainly, distracted by the landscape. Most of the homes maintained their overnight silence, undisturbed by the approach of morning. I felt like a bandit streaking through the night, waking the homes and stealing their paths of freshly fallen snow. The path slightly curved to the left up a short hill, before leveling out to a route lined with street lamps. The glow bounced off the snow creating the illusion of a diamond lined street. It was here, at this point in time, that I heard the silence of falling snow. A calm fell over me. My body, warm, accepted the serene moments that followed our steps through the remainder of the journey.
I did not want the time to end, realizing that if I had the focus, it would last forever.