Reflections

Slow spinning, twirling 'round and 'round as mine anxious thoughts find escape through these whispering lips. Silent words are formed, my worries slowly swirling away from myself, escaping through the air to mingle with the glittering snowflakes. The sparkles fall from the sky, fascinating in the wind. They gracefully dance off the rooftops, transforming the dreary world around them to a different place entirely; freezing time in their enchanting fall to the earth. I watch, captivated, as the flakes slowly abandon their dance to melt in my open palms. As I slowly let go, the spinning world falls from my shoulders, melting away softly and quietly.

There is a certain tranquility in finding a release from one's own thoughts, a peace that can be found in escaping reality momentarily to observe the world around them. Often, mine thoughts stray to those quiet and reflective thoughts, neither depressing nor heartening: they being merely a contemplation of what is, or of what has been, or of the future that can neither be envisioned nor truthfully prophesied. I have only my heart's wishes, dreams, and those lingering, yet quiet fears regarding that which I cannot see. Captivated by promises, bound to bittersweet memories.

It is in this rare solitude that I am exposed to mine own thoughts and find myself led down trails I fear to follow. While I scratch these thoughts and fears on paper, finding comfort in the secrecy of expression, I dread this loneliness. The snow falls slowly, each unique flake spilling in multitudes, melting on the warmth of my face.

Love exists, it must be true.