Where the Road Would End

He staggered down the cobble stoned avenue, weaving through narrow passages, wondering where the road would end. Walls rose up around him, shuttered windows obscuring quiet lives, quiet loves, and passing fancies. In the distance, snow covered peaks tower above the village, heavy with winter’s white abundance. Will he find his way home? Will the snows stay until Spring’s thaw? Will the town survive ‘til dawn? We’ll never know.