I smelled a fresh dampness before I felt it. I felt icy needles light on my face before I heard it. I heard a growling rumble before I saw it. Flying, unhooked from the earth , I looked up and saw the absence of sky. Pure white, the absence of light. A whiteness which smelled wet; a whiteness that tingled; a whiteness that was sound until hearing stopped. Silence, then stillness. Movement is over. Arms cannot lift. Fingers cannot open. Mouth cannot speak. Eyes cannot close. They see nothing. I feel nothing. Without words, the avalanche covers me.
Tiffany
12/2/2019 09:04:38 pm
I love this! Very nice. Comments are closed.
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