Crushing snow beneath my feet.
My brow furrowed in the dark.
My head hurts.
I'm tired.
I feel empty.
A sound and a move catch my eye.
The last of a long line of deer is heading back
up the mountain.
The clack of their dainty feet
on the hard, man made black of the streets
bring me back to where I want to be.
The snow crackles like fire.
The stars smolder in the velvet.
For another moment, the world is full of magic.
- Eliza Woodhouse
An artist's interpretation of a moment at 9:54pm on January 10th, 2008.
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