Old man in A Winter Wood

Creak creaking. crack. Walking, he noticed how unfamiliar those sounds were. He was used to hearing the cracking of snow-weighted limbs during this time of year, but the sound on himself, suddenly; chilled him. He was used to the cold (and changing seasons); but this day felt "different". Walking through the woods, warm memories [she] started to bloom. 

No... STOP!...

He thought. Entangled in a mixed sense of present and past, 

Stop!... i'm sorry...

He wanted to yell out; loud. But he stood frozen waiting for something to happen. But nothing did. 

Nothing ever did.