Lengthening of Shadows

I walk in the lengthening of shadows.  The sun lays on a horizontal plane, illuminating singular grasses and berries amidst the snow as though to highlight the last dreaming vestiges of summer.  It is starkly beautiful, with virtues of resilience and dormancy.  Thoughts drift across the field of my mind, thoughts of you.  I haven't thought about you for months, I haven't missed or wanted you and yet this slight focus on the awareness of your existence feels sharp; the cutting edge of loss.   It was the landscape that brought you to me, one you have never seen, but have shared in through the lens of my words, my perspective.   I think to myself that you would understand the settling satisfaction of my prairie wanderings, like no-one else.  This thought is a greying mood that lingers long into the evening.

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