This is for my bro, Mike (not actually related) in response to his April 13th blog image. Winter walk ski hat breath puffs out hint of inner warmth, perhaps fire? Big tree not dead just naked, verdant clothing shed like Mata-Hari's veils. Dusk decending snow glows in the half-light, sparkling clear sky prophecies the colder to come. Hunched against the gray chill, I shove my hands into pockets. Wonder why I'm out here. Nothing called me no birds, no people, nothing but stillness. Perhaps something pushed instead somehow this empty walk is more fulfilling than what waits at home.