It's been a while since I made use of a picture prompt, so I had a browse around National Geographic's photos of the day and found this beauty:
So let that be your writing inspiration today.
Three more sleeps until Kat comes home. Not that I'm counting or anything.
If you stand very still,
And silence your breathing,
You can hear the ghosts -
Some coming, some leaving.
Their eyes are upon you,
Their breath fogs the air;
They'll answer your questions,
If you've the strength to dare.
You move on, lips sealed tight;
They guide you on your way.
And though you didn't ask,They tell you anyway.