The stars are reflected in the glimmer of the headlamp's light on the snow
And the air is frozen-- it feels like the sensation of holding your hand under water so burning hot that
it begins to feel cold
somehow.
Nothing could be more perfect than feeling air rush in and out of lungs, feeling alive when all is still
I am alive.
My heart breaks
For every snowflake
That twirls down,
Solitary
Amongst a gray sky
It looks lonely, you see
Not as if I don’t know how that feels.
A tree is downed in the forest
It appears as a skeletal hand resting upon the snow covered floor
Brown beneath, like ivory rotting away as it ages
And pure white on top, bone bleached by the sun.
I’ve started looking forward to the little things a little more
Than I look forward to next year
Because it feels like next year is uncertain.
I’m excited to eat peanut butter toast in the car before skiing,
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