These thoughts swirled in my mind as I passed the empty shop windows. Christmas, everything was closed, everyone was away. No snow. Rarely get snow. I sighed and watched the white plume of my breath rise and fade away—dissipating particles flying apart like the universe flying apart, like the stars racing through the eons growing evermore distant from each other until the whole of all worlds and planets and galaxies fall apart into atomized nothingness. The breath of God, the universe, a quiet word spoken into darkness. Would anyone ever hear it? Is God like me? Is God alone?
Abel’s Walk
Tale Told 