Writing prompt: picture prompt

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Mine are posted the following day.

The house was well behind him. Only the crunch of his boots pressing into the swept ice of the track distracted from the silence which embraced him. His breath misted before his staring eyes – hazy plumes of white, wet, cold smoke.

Not the hot, grey smoke of the fire which billowed above red gold flames. He had stood on the white lawn, watching, listening....