Snow in the Air

The sun is low in the sky, a glow through the cold thin clouds that hang on the horizon.

There is snow in those clouds, snow that is held aloft by its lightness as it floats lazily high above the ground, not yet ready to fall and become part of the sea of white, not ready to surrender individuality. The increasing wind will help the snow remain free for a little while, but once the flake hits the ground and joins its fallen cloud-mates, the wind will scrape it across the landscape, grinding away the delicate crystalline ends and leaving the flake buried, cement-like, in a drift that rises ever higher, but never high enough to rejoin the clouds. Sky, air and ground become a blend of white in the blizzard.

We all wander in circles, waiting for the return of the sun.

Amy