I walked slowly down Shagbark Road on the moon lit night of December 31. The mountain road was single laned and if you followed it all the way up you would end up at the ski lodge where New Years Eve celebrations where in full swing, but I was alone.
There are no street lights here so the only guide is the bright silver moon overhead, and the soft crush of my boots on ice and snow that powders the road. I walk alone.
I stopped by Rascals, the local pub, to warm myself with a few shots before the final leg home. Even drinking is tough on a night like this - lots of pretty people, couples cuddling and whispering in each others ears - is was sweet, and yet harsh.
As I walked back in the dark, I notice myself casting shadows on the snow below me. The moon was now behind me so my shadow was casting forward. Yet now I notice that my shadow was alone on the snow. I catch a faint fragrance approach me - perfume;sweet;intoxicating. I turn my eyes to see...........
2007-06-11
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