Snow.

So thick that could be a white pine honey. So nostalgic, that could be a bottled memory.
Best things in my life happened during winter. I am creature of snow, breathing easier, when chill nips at my nose.

I am sure that this winter something good happens. Even if world falls down, even if bad overcomes the good, I sense a change.

Maybe t’s my own winter-enchanted mind. But as long as I have white feathers between my fingers, I wait.

And dream.