“The beauty isn’t hibernating, it’s incased in nature’s glass” —~Alysia
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?