All is white.The noise, the light.The crisp, the cold,Entrance my soul.A snowflake falls, so delicate.Flawless peace surrounding it.Does it make a soundWhen it lands just there?Nestling so gently,Without a care?Perhaps if it does,It’s the sound of still.Faint, and so tender,Yet charged with will.The trees are idle. The moon is nigh.Cherishing calm as I look to... Continue Reading →
Outside, the noise grows louder.I retreat further inside.This place,Idyllic.Detached from time and space,Where worries drift like clouds in skyOr melt away like snowflakesIn warm, mountain sun.The rising trees afford a kindly shelter.Their trunks tell stories of years gone by.Body idle.Mind wild.With much to explore.Adventure awaits in solitude.Yearning to run free.Untethered.To a schedule, a list, my... Continue Reading →
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 