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At the Tipping Point of Winter

Six Word Photo Story Challenge: Freestyle

Playful feet, facade destroyed, mysteries revealed.

Winter is the season of retreat, of going beneath the surface. We turn introspective and draw curtains against the dark. We can find ourselves getting a little crusty in this process.

With the days growing reassuringly longer, I ventured out for a walk. Too early for snowdrops but children were playing on frozen ponds in the marshlands; sliding and jumping with squeals of laughter.

It’s so fun to jump on the ice, to crack through the thin sheets revealing secrets beneath.

These frozen crusts hid spongy hummocks of moss. Breaking through released smells of earth and promises of spring.

Written by Beth Riungu, a Scot by birth and nature. Find more of my work including prose, in the lists at My Writing Sorted by Theme