I’ve been riding snowflakes across the sky
becoming transformed in degrees and storm fronts.
I’ve been engulfed in the scent of the evergreen
while letting the sunset over the mountains take my breath away.
I’ve been wrapping packages for the East Coast
tucking pieces of my heart inside and sending them from the mountain tops.
I’ve been stopping to watch the twinkling, the snow-kissed, the trees adorned and reflecting by windows bright
happily saying hello to the magic of the holiday season.
I’ve been calling my snow boots my best possession and paying homage to my warmest gloves
as my southern blood shivers in it’s new state.
I’ve been holding stones in my pocket from the river
that is now frozen in movement
rolling my fingers over the smooth edges as I walk around in heels and back in the office.
telling myself daily that the quiet of the mountains is with-in me
if I just listen.
that the magic of the holidays
is all around
if I just keep taking the time
and ride a snowflake across the sky.
I’ve been catching the spirit.
Photo taken in Evergreen after our last big snow.