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Winter melts between us [122]

Winter melts between us

We stand there in wonder, ready to see with fresh eyes, wrapped in the shroud of winter in this city of wet snow and cold air.

We ask each other what this means, this trickle of melt. Can we cross if we jump. Where does it go. Can we go there.

Someone snaps a picture before we decide, captures our thoughts in the look on our faces, the way we gaze down at each other's feet.

There it lies, a dark river as wide as our short past and the long future before us, the thin line of the present we walk along, each staying on our own side.

When we are older will we look back at this moment, frozen in black and white and realize that this was all that ever divided us, a grey trickle of snow melt in this global warming time.

© Kåre Enga (5.juin.2017) [174.122] /30:5.2/

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