With it comes a combination of excitement and misery.

The blanket can wrap itself around 

you romantically or detrimentally.

The beauty of its innocence, the first few precious moments it lays there

cannot be ignored. 

Much like you, untouched its

white facade, its enchantment.

Forever lost trying to find the ways each flake is unique unto itself. 

In an instant, a trail is blazed, the sun comes out, a cat’s track crunches the pristine surface.

Character has replaced innocence, 

it has to be for the better?