What I Just Saw

The hairs on my arms raise and I stuff my hands deeper in my pockets. Condensation drifts through the air like fading ghosts. Each puff swirling in on itself as the molecules dance over the air. The air tastes earthy as I draw in a new breath. It is like licking a frosted glass instead of drinking from it. All the thought benefit without any of what would make me call it a benefit. I survey the ground for slip-slap-sinking- slush. Slush puddles are as bad as rain puddles because each are trying to swallow my shoes. These so –called-leather shoes which block water and cold about as well as being barefooted. A small crystalline structure hangs loosely from my eyelash. It looks like a dot, but knowledge tells me there is more to it. The gray sky sleeps the day away. Perhaps the sky is also not a morning person. The knee high mounds of white solid waters stand like a red sea parted. For now God holds them tall and whole, but soon He may cover the Egyptian armies with their melted state.  Winter can be called bleak and beautiful, and that is the scene that animates itself before me. The wind licks snow off the mounds to dance each flake to a new home. The trees stand reaching with praying, barren, hands for a time when they will again be whole. Their dark bark mourning the days of color and longing for their swift return. The buildings stand ridged and undaunted by the snow which cling to their pitching edges. Giants assaulted by fairies. Yet if enough of the small fairies gather the backs of giants will break. I hide in the giant’s belly. It is for warmth and my preservation, despite the snow gathering on the roof.