A Christmas Bioflash

"Night Snow"

A break in the fence is my gateway to frozen fields. The wind sings beneath a roiling sky dark over the white waves of earth. A fir creaks under the weight of winter. Branches hang low, evergreens in mourning. Yet magic floats in the moonlit air, greens turned to heavenly clouds. A million crystals cushion each footstep, lunar sparkles setting the path aglow. The cold bites deep, but my heart is warmed by stillness and wonder. I spot the flag of the 18th hole and pull it free, intrepid Arctic explorer of the winter Golf Course.