Snowstorm

Trekking with camera in hand, I document the deaths of fallen trees. As though this might make it better. It doesn't seem real. It's creepily silent, hauntingly frozen. Thick cracks echo throughout, from trees straining under the weight. Power lines are snapped over and over again. Trunks block every road, piled up on our driveway. We'll be stuck powerless for days.  Nothings charged. No ones ready. The leaves are still on the trees