I did not blame the winter

This photo is a partner piece to my short story je ne blame pas l'hiver  In my head I could hear piano keys and violins – soft, lilting melodies that could've carried me away right there as a walked and nothing else would've mattered but still I walked. For some reason, this sort of weather always reminded me of quiet instrumentals like that. In my head, it was the perfect soundtrack for the atmosphere. The snow was deep and unblemished along the side of the road and even the crunch of my boots was muffled as still more snow fell. Thick flakes of it clung to my eyelashes and melted on my cheeks like the tears I was no longer shedding. As though the white blanket of snow that silenced the world around me had

Model: The lovely Katherine V

Photo and editing, me of course