Muffled Rush Hour (2 min. read)

 

A distant train…peals through the city,

Splats of cold flakes suddenly fall around me.

I stop in my tracks on my way home.

Rush hour joins twilight

With an early snake out of the city. 

Bumper to bumper it vibrates.

Cool, delicate, woven pieces of snow land on my face.

My senses are tickled and mesmerized.

The north wind is still. 

I smell winter.

Everything starts to vanish behind the sheets of snowfall.

Muffled with a soundless cover of white.

Time and train bow before this crown of snow.

Puffs of joy.

It’s like I’m in a forest of floating white,

Sheltered among soft cushions.

“In this now can you stay with me?” Snow challenges.

I tilt my head back in approval. 

You fall like apple blossom petals,

In adagio rhythm.

Moisten my tongue and my eyelids grow heavy.

You fold around me,

Release me from adulthood.

My inner-child steps out of me and smiles.

Into your cloud of snow.

Together we abandon ourselves, 

In a floaty-dance.

“I love you, Snow! Please….stay”, she begs for me. 

Her breath a layer of warmth.

Her innocence melts my heart.

She needs this time to call her own.

I hold her in my arms.

We become winter’s canvas.

Silently. 

We’re brushed with white.

Flake…

after flake…

after flake.