Winter Range
The guns are never far away.
I like being outdoors with the snow falling in fluffy, wet flakes, and as far as I can see the world a seasonal delight. What I don’t like are the nearby gunshots, someone practicing their aim while disturbing my peace and violating the white surrender of this beautiful winter day. I see a tranquil scene, but I hear a world at war with itself. Bang! (now the echo) Bang! (now the echo) Boom! (now the echo) I close my eyes and picture crimson snow. The winter is speaking, yet I can’t quite hear its words with all the bang, bang, boom of those mindless bullets.
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- Jonah · February 23‹ The PathBetter Man ›