03.05.01

Snow is magic.

It is dark and quiet outside, the night velvet and smooth, and all the imperfections of the past week are slowly being softened, padded, erased by wonderful and forgiving snowflakes, landing gently on every surface as far as I can see.

It is very late, and nobody is awake to see this miracle. I stood on my roof and surveyed my sleeping neighborhood. All was quiet. I was the night watchwoman, making sure that all was well. I have just come back inside. All is well. It is so impossibly beautiful that I could cry.

Suddenly I feel full of joy, of miracles, of fire. I want to run outside and draw big hearts with Red # 40 all over the streets. I want everyone to see how in love I am.

With the snow.

With the streets.

With myself.

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xoxo,

moonbird

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