Walking in a winter wonder land, the ground rich with a fresh
layer of newly fallen soft white snow that blanketing the hard ground,
The air crisp and cool,
The sky gleaming brightly with the falling of tiny white
specs that softly land upon my tongue with a delightful light touch of cool
wetness.
As I lean forward to catch that tiny white angel from above,
I am so close yet so far away, never able to reach it
Things that only happen in my dreams.
Opening my eyes, returning me back to my reality of constant
heat and endless humidity, my hot sauna weather reality.
