White, glittery snow. Like frosting on branches. Hung so low. Beneath the Winter sky of blue. Shadows of branches upon the white. Like an etching upon a page that's blank. Blank page. Newly fallen snow. New tracks to be made. In my new life that lies ahead. I reach a field... Blank page. White snow. I have the urge to run. Ready... Set... Go! Snow splashes up like cold bath powder over my feet. As I run with joy across the big expanse. Making new tracks. In newly fallen snow. Upon a blank page. I leave footprints so bold. A flock of doves flies over me. Lord, I am taking this personally. As Your message to me. That I am, at last, Free. Blank page. White snow. New tracks. New. Life.