The happy place

It is unnatural with rain in winter.

Is wrong.

The roads slick with ice; dangerous.

The wet and cold is a deadly combination.

The folding chair had a pool of water in it, even as it stood in the heavy wet snow.

And the sky wasn’t black or blue, but rather almost a dirty whiteish gray

But it was bright

, why was it bright?

In a clearing on the dirty sky I saw the cool glow of the full moon

And I sat behind the fire, hearing the rain smattering against the roof of the lean-to in which we sat.

And in there; a friendship burning stronger even than the fire

With this unnatural weather as a backdrop

And the black forest in all directions

That was a very powerful moment

Even made stronger by the indecisive weather

And the strong cool glow of the moon