The clouds fall
The sky brightens
The ground is no longer the ground
it becomes something new
something to explore
something to awe at
something to imagine
***
Snow
it acts like a time machine
it turns back the clock
or at least my inner clock
it makes me a curious, playful child
I bash my face into a pile of new fallen snow
the same as I did when I was two years old.
Snow
makes memories of childhood
a current reality.
***
Snow
it acts like a teleporter
a drift of snow become Mount Everest
knee deep snow becomes quicksand
my yard becomes a foreign frozen planet.
A simple soft blanket over the land
transforms the ordinary to a land of possibilities.
Snow
makes me travel the world
in my backyard.
***
Snow
is just specialty frozen water
snow is like 75% of the planet
just a little different.
You
are just a person
you are like everyone else on the planet
just a little different.
You
are a time machine
for me
You
are a teleporter
for me
You are
something new
something to explore
something to awe at
something to imagine
You are my snow
