White.

Grained.

Granules. Ice, salt, diamond.

Skin conforms to the corse.

Takes the breath away.

Vast whiteness

Pristine pearls

Dampers of the sound of time.

One step. Another. Heel toe.

Lonely footprints warn the spirits of resilience

Or of solitude.

One dreams of footprints.

Footprints in pairs. And the white beckons.

To be solo in the white is daunting.

Taunting.

A backwards glance reveals this ancient knowledge.

Solitude brings thought and tough times.

Walking to another, to join in the white, do these imprints know?

The next backward glance brings a smile.