The Landscape Beckons

One can get lost in the silence...the simplicity...the ease of it all.

The lines blur. Sky and earth. Earth and sky.
One ends where the other begins. The other begins at one's end.
The grey meets the white and casts shadows.
The wind blows.

Winter.

I dream of the infinite. I think about the impossible.
I imagine any and all coming together as one.

It's waiting.
I know.
Somewhere...right over there. On the other side of here.
It is.
What is? I don't know.

One tree.
And me.

Rooted in this sweet and frozen landscape. 
Its gaze is unwavering.
Its branches sway and bend and blow.

Standing still. Moving forward. Walking this path. Seeing nothing. Feeling it all. 

The landscape beckons. I can no longer resist.
I heed her call.