Wildflowers through snow. Tumbling, dogs. Slippery slides.
3″? 4″? Den, slide, roll, play, munch.
A million miles an hour, stop.
Breathe.
Look around, see, smell.
Run, run, bounce, run, hop.
Another day, another show, another game, another canvas.
Life, writing – colors, currently white, white, and more white. A beautiful beginning, in a few months: color!
For now, color inside! Outside the lines. Wisps of fabric billowing, colors everywhere. Warmth, upbeat, excitement, cozy and free.
Finally . . .
That elusive thing.
That was had then popped by that other thing.
Finally . . .
Safe.
distant, early morning 