Looking up as the snow fell on the freezing winters day,

The silence stealing all breath as the flurry pummeled itself into my face,

My eyes taking all force of the breeze,

Feeling like a thousand bees brushing my face,

The forest around so quiet my own heartbeat felt like a disturbance.

The birch trees around,

Stripped of their leaves by the cold autumn air,

Seemed to look with chilling eyes,

Staring into my soul,

Reading all my intentions,

My story,

Never blinking,

Just watching,

With unfeeling pupils.

The moon above seemed to grow bigger each passing moment,

Wondering,

Thinking,

Asking why I’m out so late,

Refusing to stoop down to the level of the trees by finding out himself,

Instead questioning,

Berating,

Judging.

The moment ends.

The moon goes behind a cloud,  

Silenced by the wind.

Fog swallows the forest,

The trees fading into the void,

Blinded by the darkness.

Without the reflected rays from the moon,  

No light could be found.

Surrounded by the creeping gloom,

All was silent,

Deathly Silent.