I went outside for a brisk walk and noticed that I have not looked up at the sky much since the snow has came. I find myself staring at it, as if it is some kind of impostor, wondering when it will say, "Okay jokes over, you can see the grass again."
While looking at the ground, across the thick blanket of snow, I watched a flock of Canadian geese try to walk on top of the snow. They would balance for a brief moment, then slip into the snow, just like I did as a child. I remember that brief moment of magical stability before becoming heavy and human again.
Before I came back inside I saw a small pack of Robins in a tree top. Another reminder of childhood. However, today I think they may be tricking me because they are a sign of spring and I know winter is far from being over.
While looking at the ground, across the thick blanket of snow, I watched a flock of Canadian geese try to walk on top of the snow. They would balance for a brief moment, then slip into the snow, just like I did as a child. I remember that brief moment of magical stability before becoming heavy and human again.
Before I came back inside I saw a small pack of Robins in a tree top. Another reminder of childhood. However, today I think they may be tricking me because they are a sign of spring and I know winter is far from being over.
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