On my way walking to school this morning (yes walking, not riding my bike because it was too beautiful not to enjoy the weather) I stumbled upon this image. I don't know exactly why I love it so much but it moves me. The lone dark figure among all the snow. It's mysterious and exciting. Where is he going? He walks with cold purpose in a hurry, but where and why?
Frank Sinatra's "Strangers in the Night" is stuck in my head right now. The title is not appropriate for this post since it is not the night, but the morning. It is definitely in the snow, thus "Strangers in the snow."
"Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wond'ring in the night what were the chances
We'd be sharing love before the night was through."