08/07/2015 Walking By reimopaivinen ¶ Posted in Nature ¶ Tagged Nature ¶ Leave a comment The sound of my footsteps mingles with falling rain. The water droplets hang along the brim of my hood like diamonds. Am I any more than the mud that clings to my boots? In silence I was knit; in silence I will be unknit. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...