In a box carriage, a glass marries me to one-way streets, floating backwards in these dreams I wish to speak.
But I mumble in sleep, eyes closed, mouth open roped into my seat. My feet tingling from the motion of my mind, I find a black space around me in the form of scenery. The greenery no longer bright in dark night. Sounding out into an evening of empty howls, the calls of wild owls hovering alone, watching those prowled upon by the worn claws of winter’s gasps and scowls.
Seizing warmth from the odd spectators wishing but a little place on long benches, now finding solace in the passing by of frozen trenches, in search of a relaxation comfortable as the wool of sheep on a winter day. The colors necessary to fill the artless and put an end to seasonal darkness are close by.
Lights flicker in the carriage, my cold seat at last defeated by touches of heat, putting an end to the months long marriage to wintry sleep.
The long trails endured on journeys home are in the darkness. Behold a winter wind against my sails, my feet the paddles that shall prevail on my walks home leaving the calluses on my feet betrayed and frail.
I have stayed well through these walks despite despising the deprived miles I bear through boots as worn as raw hide and a forsaken smile.
Step, stride, shadow by my side, I turn to find it creeping, leaping out to push me along for this humbling ride.
Fastened into my march, backpack bouncing behind my back
A flouncing thud with each step, pronouncing a rousing inquest, forever seeking a touch of warmth with each frozen breath.
Following a lengthy absence stretching through the months of spring, summer, and fall, the first flurries of snow have arrived to whiten the start of yet another winter season. The fresh flakes of snow make their way to the ground quickly, bordering a texture and size similar to rain drops. After the initial passing minutes through the downfall, the remnants of rain diminish, transforming water entirely into small white flecks falling fast to the ground, gaining momentum and abundance in their descent. The grey sky cover above encompasses the city on this cold day, foreshadowing a gentle first snowfall and one of many in the coming months.
The flurry is inconsistent at first, small flakes making their way to the dampened ground with haste. Gently picking up pace and increasing in density, the flakes swirl through the air, colliding with their counterparts before disappearing upon their landing. The flakes float through the atmosphere like tiny patterned feathers, following no set path to their impact with the ground below. The flurry intertwines and engages with the backdrop of streets and buildings, dotting the picture with subtle white specks of white frost. The direction of the periodic passing wind is visible in the wild and unpredictable motion of these little dots of ice as they tumble plentiful from the skies.
The short lived existence of these individual flakes adds an unmistakable energy to the otherwise dull cityscape of gray skies and cold weather. Like a sunny hot summer’s day, this snowfall carries a brightening illumination of its own, revitalizing winter energy and obscuring the vision of those who peer out from their windows or set foot outside their homes and offices to embrace the changing seasons. As the city eases gently into this yearly change, the flurry continues to present thick dots of frost to earth from the omnipresent clouds, landing on the cars, streets and cold, unsuspecting noses of the city dwellers.