. .prosodic arson. . . . . . .(header pic tribute to Zilon).

On my way back to my apartment this evening as I walked with my eyes focused on the ground, I heard a slight noise. To a bunny I looked up as it scurried into the bushes. It's long past fall now, yet snow has not yet graced the ground with its cool cotton duvet. The creatures slight paws scarcely made a sound on the brittle leaf laden forrest floor. He moved only enough for me to know that he had not ventured far. It was in this moment that I caught a slight smile grow upon my face warming me from the inside. It was but a moment afleeting as i continued down the walk, only this time my gaze did not fall so short as my feet and in all the absurdities of the eve I did cross the path of annother night rabbit. I nearly sat as I drew closer to my destination as this walk, I then wished not to end. The brittle grass crackling under my shoes and the crisp frigid air. The slight sting of the cold behind my ears and the comfortable wrapped feeling of a scarf and mittens. I rolled in the non existant snow and reveled in the lamp lit darkness.