Amazing Grace
At midnight the silence beckoned. It told that snow had fallen. I rose to stand listening, hands crossed at a windowsill alter. Creeks flowed hushed and reverent. In a vast forest the size of cities, Ann and I are the only human souls that hour in a sea of unbroken indigo midnight snow. Ours are the only breathings, our dreams alone hover over an immaculate complexion of winter. Be still, and know...