During a respite in the Arctic Express, I foolishly skated along the River walk. River is my Happy Place, personal safety be damned! Spied with my big blue eyes this snowy soul. Desperately wish I could claim him as mine, but no.
If I listen closely, I might hear his story.
Just to the right, a large branch arching over, with a huge, fluffed golden hawk squawking at me. Opted to heed his warnings. He followed the rest of the way.
Delicate green moss and trickling water surprise against the brutal cold and ice. Mere feet away, the River rushed.
Just out of frame is Hawk, still screeching. Maybe he was warning me against cliche Art School Confidential images. Not Great Art. Not especially Inspired. But I like it.