The cold is sharp against my face, but there’s a kind of cotton in my ear canals. The crunch of the snow is muffled as I make my way toward the frozen lake. The cabins nestled in their snowbanks billow smoke from the fires their tenants are stoking. Typically, I would rather stay inside, cuddled with my warm blanket by my own fire, but the lake should be frozen enough for a skate, and how my calves long for a skate. It’s isolated enough up here that I hear birds flapping, rabbits hopping, and the occasional neighbor opening their door or window most of the year. But in the snowy winters, I hear nothing other than the slow sink of boots into the snow and the sound of my own breath.
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The Sound of a Winter Morning
by CLS Sandoval, PhD
BIO- CLS Sandoval, PhD (she/her) is a pushcart nominated writer and communication professor with accolades in film, academia, and creative writing who speaks, signs, acts, publishes, sings, performs, writes, paints, teaches and rarely relaxes. She’s a flash fiction and poetry editor for Dark Onus Lit. She has presented over 50 times at communication conferences, published 15 academic articles, two academic books, three full-length literary collections, three chapbooks, as well as flash and poetry pieces in several literary journals, recently including Opiate Magazine, The Journal of Magical Wonder, and A Moon of One’s Own. She is raising her daughter and dog with her husband in Alhambra, CA.
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