Poetic Winter Photography Challenge | Solitude

Earlier this week, the snow began falling ... large, white, fluffy flakes.

I was drawn to the door. I opened it. The sound ... silence.

I slipped on my boots and walked out into the quiet night.

It was peaceful.

Calming. 

The moment of quiet solitude was pleasantly refreshing.

I took in a deep breath of the cold winter air, filling my lungs.

I exhale slowly, my daughter joins me and we dance in the snow.