The lonely monocled British soldier stood silently on his watch in the field of fresh fallen snow.  His commander had ordered him to stand watch on the edge of the field. His feet were cold, his hands were cold, and his clothes were soaked.  As he stood he thought about the time Jane and he had gone into that chocolate shop in London and stood by the lit fireplace and had hot chocolate.  He was unsure what he craved more at that moment, the warmth of the fire, the Hot Chocolate, or the feeling of her hands in his as she stood on her toes and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Dusk 3/15/17 snow covered plant taken in the midst of a plus 20 inch snow storm

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017