Aemma

Today I asked for some snow and received some. It has been snowing steadily since mid-afternoon after a mere teasing of scattered flurries since this morning. It's beautiful outside this evening. The snow resembles the silky softness of a dusting of powdered sugar on an as yet untouched cake. I feel safe and warm in my cocoon and am enjoying the pleasure of my own solitude and being. It's during quiet and deeply reflective moments such as these that I feel most alive. Ironic: snow covers, muffles, even asphyxiates yet I feel the power of the everlasting coursing through my veins.