The frost bitten cold wraps around the Earth

like a scarf and it pulls it in softly

like a warm embrace.

A glimpse of white catches my eye

and I'm released

from the warm fire place to the stained glass window

that holds my world so dear.

It is the wall that cannot be broken,

but shattered,

between warm and cold

as the wall between routine and adventure

is so thin, but so thick.

The bare branches reaching for my embrace call me and I run and jump and shatter the glass and I am            released.

I am released to a world of white,

like a dream I might have known if I had been given a chance to dream that dream.

My footsteps are covered with the white dream clouds,

but I am not lost.

The sounds of awake still ring in my ears,

but maybe it is just an echo.