I am excited..
There are at least two billion different snowflakes
kissing the ground outside of my porch door. And
I know that there are at least three billion hearts
beating all over the earth. But like many intricate
and individual snowflakes that blanket the ground,
each of those hearts are different from one another
and at this very moment; 4:18 pm, I am only interested
in the one beating under my hungry ear and trembling fingertips.