Rays come through
the narrow strips
of clouds that lazily
hang in the air.
Light dances off of
the many falling
platforms there for
them to perform.
I squint through my
sunglasses, peering
at glints of silver
and gold and white.
Minute rainbows,
flashes in a very
cold pan, surround
my dark brown body.
The floors sparkle
as I slip my way
with each step
streaking the masterpiece.
Soon it will be
too cold to snow,
too cold for glitter
and uncovered faces.
Soon it will be
bright, slightly matte,
and no more diffuse
than dirt on the ground.
Composed 01/05/13
Author’s Note: Having never grown up with snow, I find it very fascinating the things it can do; subtle things that perhaps those who are not so in love with snow and have had it most of their lives may overlook. I was blown away when I first saw snow shimmering on the sidewalk, and then again when I saw it falling in the sunlight. There are some really wonderful sights out there in the world, aren’t there?
Two Second Street 
I agree! I grew up in Malibu, on the beach. Now I live in the mountains of Southern California at 6,000′ — the snow is always inspiring!
Wanted to share the following blog link with you. I work in Hawaii (with horses — I put on the shoes) and I listen to Hawaiian music when I work. The following is really, really cool — and such a contrast to where you are in Mongolia!
Cheers!
http://hawaiiworks.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/kaulana-na-pua/
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Cool! Thanks for the share. Quite the contrast, indeed!
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