Wintry Blast

"... there's just something beautiful about walking on snow that

nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you're special."

Carol Rifka Brunt

In the still of this evening, the wind has blown the snow over the tracks of others and I feel like I am walking on freshly fallen snow.  There is a promise of sunshine tomorrow, so the four inches of snow will be melting as well as the ice beneath.  

In darkness, I choose careful steps and hear the crunch of the snow while feeling uplifted for no particular reason.  The silence of the night with children and sleds put to sleep, I reclaim this solitary walkway as mine.  With deep breaths, I address the loveliness of the trees and respect the scampering of tiny animal feet.

The snow has been a gift by changing the scenery to pristine white, and I can pretend the curtailing of venture is from this wintry blast.   I can ignore a little while longer that I am by the fire by choice and not quarantined by the force of a virus like none other in my life.