Last year you paused and quietly she observed the tiny expressions on your face

Dusk
You stare
The horizon
The immense nothingness

Dusk,
Purple, Blue, Orange
Fades, Slowly
You walk back

Snow flakes
Embrace your shoulders
Blur your vision
A simple but warming hug

You have your hands in front of you
Hands that touch,
Hands that feel
Hands that wave goodbye

Dawn,
Isolation,
The Horizon
The immense sameness sensation

Dawn,
Yellow, Red, blue
The currents will shift
You move forward

Hot sun rays
Burn your tough skin
Shine through your eyes
Found, presumed missing

You have your hands in front of you
Hands that touch,
Hands, create a viewfinder,
And see the landscape
Hands, should they wave goodbye?