the precious white

it's snowing my friends!

and the kids are rolling around in this dainty powder like it was confection sugar on a sunday morning's breakfast.

and it is that, and more.

i'm giggling looking at it. the wind is mighty, and those confection crystals harsh when hitting the face, but nobody seems to mind too much.

it's a snow day, and the kids and grown ups alike are walking
down the middle of the streets. like we lived in a little village in a place far away from here, where no one yells at you for walking in the way of the cars, machines, chugging along in their day.

all the clocks pause their hands, and it's like we're allowed a short leave in this ever transitory earth. like the whole city gets it's soul back, free of the dirt and demands. hearts all wrapped up in this confection sugar.

everybody is smiling. hello my friends.

the humans get the streets back today.

what a sweet little dream.