Snow Day Reset
Fast forward plays on repeat
the days trick the nights to fly by fast
the race to nowhere where stamina cannot last
what is rest in a world
that allows cups to be refilled,
… and refilled …
… and refilled …
where dreams sit waiting for time to get out
shivering in the back seat
inhaling the aroma of doomed defeat
frozen limbs of even the strong-willed.
But the blizzard and its fiery companion meet
as the sky tries to hold back the winter playground
until each flake decides one by one to release
like confetti thrown from the sky
they dance into white dunes to magnify the light
mountains of possibilities form
from raw remnants of those powdery clouds
there is nothing more tangible
than snow angels with motherly curves
and Frosties rolled into existence by tiny fingers
where innocence actually gets what it deserves
where chapped lips and layers upon layers of clothes
suffocate the speed of deadlines and to-do lists
and for just a day – time seems to forget
all but, old man winter’s plea
for the earth to pause
and for that,
I am thankful for a day to reset.
– Jennifer Kosuda
So grateful for a day to reset… the world needs more days like that. Today, I allowed myself to be lazy and carefree (well, a lot more than usual).
What do you do to reset?
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