Snowy Lake

On a snowy winter day, along Chicago's lake shores,

I embark on my walk around the ice frosted lake.

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First I walk past a once grassy hill,

But now covered in a thick layer of snow,

A group of three children speed downwards,

Huddled together in their crimson red sled,

Screaming in their ethereal glee as they screech to a halt,

On a small patch of pavement, carved from the snow

Through what could only be thousands of runs prior.

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Then a small field of grass, spreading around a small tree.

A young couple, perhaps in college, lay laughing in the snow.

Weaving giant snow angels in the ground, with the occasional

Shrill shriek when snow gets under their heavy winter jackets.

Then they roll together, wrapping each other in the warmth of

Each other's arms. Whispering some trivial secret in each other's ears.

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Then on a snow covered bench, sitting alone on a long path.

An old man shoved the snow out of the way,

Leaving a spot for two. Finally sitting down, looking across the horizon

At the lake and what lay beyond. Although, something seemed

Off about that image. Something missing perhaps, washed away by time.