First Snow

A dreary cold week, the wind biting at my nose as though to remind me how unavoidable it is. Dark, rainy, and then: the perfect crystals fall from the sky, dancing on the wind. So utterly flawless; yet the instant they make contact, their beauty is gone. Designed to melt. Just another drip of water to wipe away.

And so, with the first snow of the season, I find myself lonelily curled beside the window, watching the flakes gather. Memories swirl through my solitary thoughts, following the last of the chocolate swirls in the bottom of my cup. They twist my reality, bring me back to those fairy tales I once tried to believe. Deadlines hang over my head, promises of the future that I can't quite reach or envision. Just another thing to do.

The merit in a promise, the truth in a lie.

Fairly soon now I'll shed this melancholy loneliness and start to shave the layers off that pile of obligations; my ode to productivity. I'll just need a few blankets to fix this cold: it seems to creep into everything.