I gaze out the window
Mesmerized by the descending snow seeming to come from heavens.
The usual darkness of the night is replaced by the glowing aura of the intricately designed flakes falling so gently to the ground.
I imagine being a snowflake,
not having a care in the world
just falling
falling
falling
the slight whispers of the wind guiding me
until I land ever so gently, contributing to the accumulating pile.
My body feels tired and heavy,
but my eyes, awake and hypnotized by the swaying white angels of the night sky.