The cold wind whistles past my ears
my boots crush along the leaves
and my breath comes out as steam
but it is not just another walk in the park
the leaves fall like delicate things
and the birds chirp elegantly
the squirrels scramble in twos
and the fish swim in their schools
but it is not a normal day
my phone does not light up nor does it ring
no cars zoom by, ever in a rush
laughter does not...
