I don't have kids, but I have my dogs.
In my office, they lounge on the cornflour blue couch,
washed in the warm sunshine that empties in through the windows.
Their eyes closed and black, their faces coated in calm.

I type my writing, trying to find feelings worth translating into words.
Gazing out the window, waiting to catch a glimmer...
Of something miraculous.

A burly wind blows across the fields,
whipping and twirling sparkles of snow crystals high into the air.
We can hear it moving out there, beyond the dooryard.
The wind, it's howl.
Carrying the message of endlessness impermanence.

I listen and suddenly I capture the gap,
here in this cozy and sun swallowed room,
with my quiet family dozing muzzle to muzzle.

Miraculous.

A moment such as this...
the gap between all of life's impermanence,
living bliss captured, soon to be released.