I Watched the Storm Swallow Dream Lake
I thought I’d find peace in the hush of Colorado’s snow. Instead, I stood at Dream Lake, wind clawing at my jacket, the world disappearing into white. It wasn’t magical. It was raw—cold air biting my cheeks, boots sinking into drifts, my phone useless in the storm.
Everyone says snow is beautiful, but alone in it, I felt small. The kind of small that’s not poetic, just real. I waited for awe, but all I got was the ache in my hands and the sound of my own breath. Sometimes nature doesn’t heal you. Sometimes it just reminds you how much you want to be somewhere warm, with someone who gets it.
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