Winter's High Noon Tease

Winter’s High Noon Tease Shinning in regal glory, the heat of the sun was cooled down by misty winds sneaking through and passing around outstretched arms of naked winter trees—leaves gone to who knows where. Stunned by it all, we stood there; goose bumped and shivering. The trees also stood there—stone faces of leafless wooden skeletons— mocking a juxtaposed purgatorial moment in nature. Cold, confused and conquered, we wrapped the remaining warmth of our chilled, chided challenge in woven scarves of defeat; and with great urgency, we scurried inside: seeking our homemade heat.