The Winter Sun Approves
Breath rolls from you in frosted puffs. You gaze up at the winter sky with its muted pinks and purples. Snow is falling, snow on snow. Cedar branches sag under its dense blankets. You close your eyes and let a snowflake melt on your tongue. It never quenches your thirst but you continue to sample winter’s cocktail. You arc your arms and legs along the soft pack of snow on the ground. Up down, open and closed. Your frenetic movements cause a glistening cloud to form around you. You sink deeper and deeper until you see the walls of the blue and white snow angel you have made. Overhead, the sun nods approvingly at the beauty you have created this midwinter.