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.