Snowing Again

Snowing

Snow coming down,
feeling no time
becoming a child
here and now.

Being outside, amid trees
as snow blew in sideways
against the grey snow blanketed sky.

Cool swirling air
meeting me
forming something more real.
As if
an invisible icy warm scarf
were against the back of my neck.

The cold scent of fresh
Snow
melting around my bare feet.

I thought:
How I wish
this needs to come down
to be measured in feet.
Bringing back so many memories
of being a younger child,
before school:
wishing so hard
for enough snow
to cancel classes
to sled upon
outside... time.

Growing up
is to embrace
the child.

I am happy
being my own child
in each and every moment.
... Walking barefooted in the snow.

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Personal Journal entry
Prescott, Az March 2008


peace