Voices on the Wind Open Theme
Winter Detritus by m.e.jackson Walking makes a crunching sound, footprints in mud angle off leading someone somewhere around gray remains of last week’s snow. Mud flaps are aptly named but still the grunge hits windshields leaving smudges of grime, ghosts of yesterday’s efforts to clear roads. Tracks of once abandoned autos veer from concrete lanes to be filled with black water set to refreeze when darkness unveils. A lone small cross sits to the right reminiscent of last year’s winter blight and someone’s lost son or daughter, left behind with memories and winter’s detritus.