Dancing Saturday, February 1, 2025

I walk home in the moonlight.

The pale glow reflected off the stone above illuminates the path in front of me.

The powder glows and dances on the wind.

I see what I often cannot ——

in the pure white

—— a lack of vibrance

is replaced by an ecstatic brilliance.

The beauty is subtle, but enamoring.

The snow waltzes in the pale moonlight.

I choose to dance with it.