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where i live
there is a thick and fresh snow duvet
covering the world
for winter sleep.

last night,
as i walked in the dark,
with my feet scrunching,
my nose wet,
my chin like ice
while millions of almost invisible ice crystals decorated my eyelashes and
softly soaked my cheeks with nature’s cold
and ticklish kisses

i was overcome with joy.

so i bowed to Mother Nature and
made a space on the ground
to lay.

the snow cupped my head and
supported my shoulders
like a hammock
made of white air

and i let the earth hold me.
released my breath        and my age

and stared into the blackness
only to see
swirls of lightyears
and stars
and snowflakes
showering down on me.

and deeply content in my weightlessness