Discovery

The world changed when I was away.
I peek out from beneath my tightly wound scarf,
exposing my cheeks to a strange light.

The air is hushed.
The sound of silence is so heavily weighted,
it seems like it has existed an eternity.

For a second,
I do not feel the bite of winter
as my ears adjust to the low hum
that only just settled over night.

Lines and depths between the bushes and paths
are now indistinguishable,
uninterrupted from indentations.
Not one breath has yet to be taken.

Whispered words fall upon silent lips
as i share secrets with a world I believe
I was the first to discover.

Until the weight is shattered
and from a short distance
disturbances of footprints expose the lie,
and I acknowledge the presence of company.

I wave back in reply,
turning in for the day.