Ice contains no future, just the past, sealed away.Haruki Murakami Last time we walked near the lake was in Autumn. Then, we watched a kingfisher, bright flash of colours, in the silence of the woods. Today there is no colour, the ice is deep, we only hear the sound of the wind through the naked … Continue reading #WRITEPHOTO – THE FROZEN LAKE
Weekly Writing Challenge #140 She could tell from his footsteps, along the stream. There he'd stopped, listening to the water, and to the birds. He may even have spotted a kingfisher. At a slow pace she followed his journey, up to the cliff. There, she knew, the show was over.