Snow Angel

Snow Angel

I trust fall backward onto a field of unblemished all-encompassing snow

the hard ground is pillowed over with once frozen rainfall and even though the air and my cowardice fear bitter cold and pain will greet me, instead, the accumulated fresh powder confidently catches me

Almost as if to reassure and thank me for my faith in

its purity and perfection,

I remember thinking before letting go into this patch of blinding bright white

Which my eyes visibly saw but could not accept

It was real,

That the glare of the reflected light of the Sun currently hidden behind grey clouds that even now continue to sprinkle dust frost the planet with confection sugar

Might have overwhelmed my sense perception of sight, and confused things for me once upon a time,

But in this particular storybook fairytale, The End is still far far away, and nothing to fear anyway,

A happy resolution to plots and Kingdom’s Come.

I smile as the notion finishes trotting along in a horse-drawn carriage ride over a bridge across a streaming river on a road map located contextually within my thoughts, and slowly begin to wave my arms and legs around to test the integrity of this confused blanket and mattress which covers my Earth and comes down from the sky,

the winter of my own making continues to precipitate onto me

I breathe in and accept that there is no point in continuing to lash out against this frozen personal prison,

I have accomplished what I had in my head, and all that is left is to accept that fact and appreciate and observe the fruits of my mind’s design.

I slowly get up, I arch my head up when I get to a knee and open my mouth, stick out my tongue and accept one last flakey gift before finishing standing up in the remains of what was once pure white unblemished perfection and appreciate the snow angel I have made.