Ones path

Homeless

No sound as he walk down the path of adventure, not knowing where he may go next. The wind isn't whistling a tone for him to hum, just the bitter cold, and light lit by the moon so bright. So peacfull and quite while the snow falls slowly, holding a bag of belongings that gets him through the days and nights. Visible vabors flows out of his mouth, and steem rises off his body. Now he sits since he cant walk no further. The moon that screen the street creeps over homes and where shadows walked by and by. It opens to a burst of vivid colors and sound. The air, smells, and the feeling of the atmosphere around the vicinity  and gratuitous amout of energy from the shadow that walk among the streets. Not paying attition to the man on his path of adventure. So he sits and wait till the shadows are  gone to start walking down his path of adverture. As he starts the snow falls filling this footsteps behind him.

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[An owl on the moon]

Your words paint a picture filled with vivid colors and emotions... with sounds and scents to fill the world. How many are there that sit and wait in those deep shadows...