The world is different.

I woke up this morning and just as the day started to break open my consciousness but in a slow way—a gentle way, a meandering way

 

I remembered—I saw the light glow from the window.

 

Snow

 

Lots of snow. 

 

And the joy of this extra light/glow started to rise up in my spirit. 

 

And no sooner did the reality of snow hit me 

 

That I hear Kaia babbling away—sharing uninterrupted commentary about the snow, snow, snow. 

 

Such joy

 

Such excitement

 

As if I could bottle this up as an elixir when we all need it.

To gently ease our troubles.

 

Snow!

 

And it struck me as we played outside and cleared the covered walk

 

The world is different.

 

We are different.

 

Blanketed in glistening glowing snow. 

 

The walk becomes an adventure and there are new discoveries to be made

 

In the visage

 

Snow covered hills and untouched glory

 

We make prints

 

We make gentle marks

 

Our existence. 

 

Before any annihilation or quick eruption from the plow—the clearing

 

 

We make gentle marks.

 

We explore freshly fallen snow crest

 

Adventure. 

 

My whole world is new

 

Our whole world is new under the blanket.