I have been warm on the coldest of winter days,
not only from the heat of an enflamed fireplace
or the warmth of the rising steam from a hot cup of cocoa;
but from a look out the window at the lightly falling snow.
Cold, stark white touches of lace peering in through the glass,
falling among the trees, painting gentle fantasies in the sky
as they
twist and touch in a close... slow dance.
Making me feel warm and good.
I have experienced snow in so many ways.
One of my favorite
is to lay in the blanket
it leaves on the ground for me
and peer up into the sky as the cold delicate crystals fall
and melt on the warm skin of my face.
Seen through my heart, as well as my eyes, as it falls so silently,
I can only marvel that something so cold
Can feel, deep inside, so incredibly warm.
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