Snow Spirits

Open water has become today’s ice; it was cold enough for me to watch it grow as it progressed down the river today.

I stayed by my window as the light faded. Wisps of snow danced in the wind, settling upon the small ledge by my window.

We studied each other through the glass, the snow and I. Who is wilder, I thought to myself.

I laid about my apartment this morning reading, traveling inside my mind. How far did this water, now transformed into snow travel I wonder.

Was it earlier a raindrop running off the back of a beautiful bird, Or an early morning mist forming in a forest.

Perhaps this snow on my window is the transformed spirit of a far away river that has come to see me today.

I like its freedom to be one thing today and something completely different tomorrow, always giving life in all its beauty no matter where it finds itself.

I can be like you; I said to the spirit of the snow, I can be open to giving myself wherever I go.

I can be the smile that warms another person on a cold sidewalk, a reminder that hearts can run warm under the thick coats that hide them.

I can write a letter today and send it to a person far away, a transformed spirit on paper in my own way.

“We are more alike than I thought,” I said to the snow outside my window, thank you for reminding me of what I can be today.