Bow Bridge and trees in the snow. Central Park winter. New York City.

I miss the snow.  

I miss the silence: deafening silence punctuated by small breaths signifying flutters of life in a world swallowed by the sinking, seductive embrace of serenity.

That type of serenity isn’t easy to come by in a city that moves faster than the speed of hope: it’s frenetic core blinked into existence by anxious dreamers.

If I hold still, very still, for just a moment and close my eyes, I can paint my serenity memory on the backs of my eyelids.

 In this moment the world stops rotating long enough and my breath reverberates alongside the earth’s heartbeat.


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Bow Bridge and trees in the snow. Central Park winter. New York City.

I miss the snow.

I miss the silence: deafening silence punctuated by small breaths signifying flutters of life in a world swallowed by the sinking, seductive embrace of serenity.

That type of serenity isn’t easy to come by in a city that moves faster than the speed of hope: it’s frenetic core blinked into existence by anxious dreamers.

If I hold still, very still, for just a moment and close my eyes, I can paint my serenity memory on the backs of my eyelids.

In this moment the world stops rotating long enough and my breath reverberates alongside the earth’s heartbeat.

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View this photo larger and on black on my Google Plus page

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Buy “Serenity Memory - Bow Bridge in the Snow - Central Park” Posters and Prints here, View my store, email me, or ask for help.