Winter Snowstorm

I see you emerge, bundled to protect your fragile form that cannot survive uncovered even though I wish you no harm. You are with a furry, four-legged friend and I blow toward you both a frigid greeting, a blast of anticipation – “hurry," I say, "I’ve been so lonesome out here by myself!”

Your friend bounds quickly toward the white mound I blew there to entice visitors. She dives into a drift head first, then rolls this way and that, in utter ecstasy. I am ecstatic as well and throw gusts of crisp laughter and white confetti all around you as I watch.

You smile and I blow an exuberant kiss straight at your face, feeling your appreciation as you pull your scarf tighter in response. I love how you dance with me, stamping your feet and waving your arms every time I give you a brisk hug.

You are one of those rare, occasional visitors who appreciate my presence in the very moments when I am letting loose the full force of my delight and mirth. I have such fun, but it can be so lonely. Please come play and dance again!

Exhausted, I leave behind winter bliss, my gift to the world.