#623 The sound of snow crunching under your boots

Dim streetlights cast blurry shadows for your cold walk home. Snow-packed mitts, floppy wool hat, and a drippy, sniffly nose cover your shuddery frame as you shuffle down empty side streets on your way to the cozy warmth of your waiting bed. Everything is an eerily pitch-perfect silence buried under a shadowy sheet of bright [ ] The post #623 The sound of snow crunching under your boots appeared…