Hergest Ridge

As the sky got darker, more flakes filled the cold air. They came to the ground in waves, the wind at their back. A thin soft blanket covered the already packed snow that was the snowfall of days ago. The city lay quiet, awaiting the next invasion from the heavens.

With the sun set behind the horizon, the glow from the street lamps grew ever bolder. Looking up at the glow, each light was its own giant snow globe as it illuminated the flakes on their way down to earth.

The soft blanket of snow compressed with a soothing sound under the boots of a passing couple. Some flakes manage to escape the fate by gently lifting off the ground, only to land back down again elsewhere. With each step the process repeated, its taking place marked only with the footsteps that lay behind.

Walking down by the park, the world ended where their sight gave way to the darkness that lay beyond. Toque, mittens, and heavy jackets served as a barrier between the crisp cold and the warm bodies wrapped underneath.

So they walked, and slowly began to disappear behind the wall of snow and darkness, into a world of their own; Without a word, but communicating. Her shoes too big, clearly belonging to him, they walked until all that was left behind were the footprints.