• The Powder

    Sometimes. The blissful soft falling of snow amazes me, makes me tingle.
    The feeling of meeting that person, under those white skies, the beautiful decoration scattered in each others' hair.
    The top of the stairs, gazing over a white city. The joyfulness of things to come, and the understanding of life's wishes.
    Things don't always turn out like we hope. And though, it hurts at the first few times of thinking about it, it eventually brings a relief..
    Relief, not because you're relieved you didn't see that person. No.
    Not that at all. The thinking is... the next time I see that person, I get to make more memories again, plan more times together.
    Hanging on, obsession, lust. None of those apply. Love like that is found in desperate places.
    Desperation, can fool anyone into thinking they are in love.
    To experience, love, you'll know when it happens.
    The purest form of love, falling in it.
    And even so, prefix to this all...
    and continues on in the during and forever after.
    The evening. The mornings. Those moments when you stare into their eyes, and see nothing but the happiness, joy, adoration
    appreciation...
    Where you lose your thoughts, become reminded of the reasons..
    Each time, turns the day from sour, to sweet or at least sweeter in the whole bite.
    This is why I suppose I like snow so much.
    It seems to be , at least to me, the icing on the cake, the sweetener on the ruby red grapefruit.
    It's not particularly sour, but the sweetness is so much more noticeable.
    Yes, life does have it's hard times. Disappointments will come.
    But.. the simplicity and beauty of daily living, comes out when it snows.
    Covering the world, with an extra bit of sweet.

    So...
    Meeting that person in this world of calm, snowy beauty...
    What's it like?
    Can I really put words into?
    No I really cannot.
    But oh...
    But I can try.
    Meeting the person for me, in the flurries of a moment, brings the skip of a beat to my heart,
    the thought, a smile to my face,
    a tear of happiness, inside and out.
    My motivation, my sweetness.
    Suddenly, it all, doesn't look so bad.
    And keeping that close to my heart and mind, it makes the days coming and going, each one recognized, so much easier to
    do so, and know why they're great.

    Could you possibly know? What you exactly do to me?
    Because I can't describe it in words, I do so with actions.
    Actions lead to those deeper meanings.
    Snowy, snowy day...
    Bring your grandeur.
    Kindle our hearts.
    The cold, bring the warmth of furthering affection
    Between.
    Us.