Glittering expanses stretch as far as the eye can see, so far that one might think that the soft, silent snow was all there was to see.
Enormous trees stretch their branches toward the sky, but even in such a high place, the sky seemed further away than ever.
The painted wooden condos rise from the ground and reach almost to the top of the highest pine tree.
Beauty shines from every corner, promise at the tip of every ridge in the distance.
Clear ringing voices diminish so that all you can hear is yourself.
It is sanity at its peak,
That way it has snow in every direction.
In the spring, the snow is stripped away,
Vibrant flowers now shine with morning dew drops, welcoming summer’s sweltering rays.
In autumn, browned needles and jingling circular leaves fall from the sky,
Then the snow comes.
Sweeping every direction with its pristine rays,
Sheltering sleeping animals for their winter naps,
Structuring the unraveling threads sweeping their way through my mind,
Tying the strands of organized, logical thought away,
The snow covers it all,
Melting my doubt,
Piling more to my happiness,
Laughter is the only thing in the snow that rings through to the rest of the world.
Laughter comes from the mountains,
From my family, gathered around our red stockings and singing merry songs,
Digging holes through the snowplow pile from the parking lot,
From my grandfather, chasing me with crumbling snowballs in his hands.
Snow is only the bow on top that makes it all tie together.
