Every morning you wake up over the hill
Every night you tuck yourself behind the mountains
Until one morning, we can’t see you
Inches of snow cover the ground
White
All consuming fog covers the rest
White
We take you for granted
Expect your light
Expect your warmth
Expect your life
Until we see you, feel you again
We miss you
This is something I don’t often do. The other day, looking out the window there was almost zero visibility. For my own sake, I wanted to write something down about its beauty and simultaneously, its lack of beauty.
-AD