When you notice the flakes, sparkling in the lamplights, and watch the snow, gradually lighting up the night sky; there seems to be a sudden shift of perspective –
Because as the landscape is tinsel-touched and transformed, and the trees become silvery across a whitewashed skyline; it is impossible to deny that nature is far greater than we are –
And, in the stillness and sharpness of the wintery air, the thoughts and worries that have been nagging at me are suspended, like icicles -
And, as I step aside, temporarily, and leave them hanging, I’m only aware of how miraculous the world is; and how much more, than me, is out there -
So, for a little while, I will have a break from myself, and my head; because it feels small and pleasantly irrelevant, in comparison to the vast white space around me.
And, I will step, whilst the scene is frozen, from my small world, into a far bigger one; because, nature is much greater than us and it doesn’t have time for boundaries.
And, for a moment, I will go with my instinct to shed the layers of adult responsibilities and grown up worries; and, I will put the consequences and the costs and the practicalities on ice –
In favour of a few simple pleasures –
Like snowballs and sledges and snowflakes sparkling in the lamplight -
Or the crunch – and splatter – of the first step in unbroken snow….
Because, the world is far greater than the little corner that I have confined myself too; and, with the falling of the snow, I seem to have had a shift in perspective.