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Whispering Silences

Snow frames

© Dale Rogerson

He wasn’t the person who would delve into silence or let others see his feelings. It was something that bothered her, because she couldn’t tell what was going on inside him.

For the past couple of nights, he couldn’t sleep, as if he was waiting for the sun to rise.

Outside the window, not a single noise could be heard. The snow was still fresh, and the snowplough had cleared a path.

She loved snow; it transformed her into a child.

He missed that. That feeling of innocence, playfulness and excitement.

He missed the person he became by her side.

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19 thoughts on “Snow frames

  1. ‘transformed her into a child’, loved the way you put it.

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  2. It’s acutely painful when you can’t bring your outward life into congruence with your inner life. You stop feeling joy. He needs professional help.

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  3. Depression is very hard on the person who has it; just as hard on the person who loves him and lives with him. This was an excellent description.

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  4. Sadness full of memories.

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  5. He seems to be in a very dark place. How sad.

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  6. Oh dear, short but really effective

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  7. Good description of an “it’s complicated” situation between two. Hoping they can sort it out…

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  8. I could feel the sense of loss. Well written.

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