Just One Thing

If there was one thing about January I wish would last all year long, it’s the cold.

When everything has died, shrunken back to the nibs, that’s my favorite time of year. It holds all the promise.

Ice is water’s funnest form. Crystallized ice and snow.

What could be better than Maestro Emoto’s imaginarium of analog memory crystals reminiscing on the history of what they’ve experienced? Pure life, encapsulated, reflected and dispersed into the air as tiny fractals of that first freezing drop.

Don’t even prompt me on natural born snowflakes!

No, I’m not talking about the perplexingly, perpetually offended.

It’s those hexa-pointed fairies that fly about – then deposit into drifts – which enchant my fancy. I acclimate as they accumulate.

This whiter winter land is my etheric escape, my hue bleak vision of blanco blanketed perfection, colorless for as far as the eye can fathom. White out.

It’s right out. Let’s go play! Not tomorrow, today! Strap in and get ready to slide, it’s time to board, it’s time to ride!

I stand astride and smile at it’s logo of legend: Never Summer.

*Five minute Free Writing exercise with OKC Creative Writers & Muses