"Life is more angelic when covered in snow..."

Snowy perfection…

I forgot what it’s like to be pure...

Before the scenery became driven and tracked,

Preceding the gleeful footsteps

I was once complete,

With no spaces between,

Or black marks sullying myself.

Ah, to sit inside in the warmth

Admiring the shimmering landscape

While remembering the days of past times

A warm coffee is settled in my hands

With soft sips, I feel the calm…

And the kindness of a former time.