Snow

If you are quiet you can hear it. Listening carefully is a challenging skill... But if craftfully mastered, one can recieve enormously significant gifts.. Right now I listen. Eyes closed, my other senses highten. Cool, wet, and soft flakes tickle my nose. I smile. Pat...pat...phfff. I hear it all around me. It gathers in the crevices of my eyes. It plays gently with my lips It slowly wets my hair. The snow gathers around me. It draws me in. It brings the world to it's knees. Branches bow. The grass hides. Even the birds become silent. To me it's wonderful company. It stills my mind. Brings my heart peace. Snow. It transforms my life every year.