Picture your bed tonight...
pushed up near a The window.
room is dark and The warm.
heat is on low.
Your socks are still on.
Outside, the sky has that look.
Low and pale.
Heavy with something.
And then you see it.
One flake.
Then two.
The first snow of the year.
You don't have to go out in it.
The shovel can stay in the garage.
Remember how this felt as a kid?
Nose against the cold glass.
Hoping it would keep coming.
You just get to watch it.
From under the covers.
Pull the blanket up to your chin.
Let your head sink into the pillow.
Let your eyes grow heavy.
For the next six minutes...
it's just you and
The the snow snow.
is starting to stick now.
On the porch rail.
On the roof of the car.
Let it fall on your day, too.
The rush out the door this morning.
The coffee that went cold on the desk.
A flake lands on each one.
Then another.
Soon you can't see the edges Just anymore.
soft white shapes.
That meeting that ran long.
It's getting a thin white coat.
The thing you said too quickly.
The Covered.
email still waiting for an Covered answer.
too.
It's all still under You there.
can dig it out another If day.
you ever need to.
Tonight, it's buried soft and It's quiet.
Friday, Maybe too.
nobody needs you early tomorrow.
Let that sink in.
Breathe in...
cool and clean.
And breathe out...
slow, and as soft as the flakes.
Now let's watch the flakes together.
Just one at a time.
Pick one flake near the top.
Follow it down with your breath.
Breathe in as it floats...
And breathe out as it lands.
Another flake.
It drifts a little sideways.
No hurry at all.
Breathe in...
And out...
as it settles on the sill.
If your mind wanders off...
just find a new flake.
There's always another one coming.
This one is tiny.
Barely there.
It takes the long way down.
Breathe in with it...
And let it go on the out breath.
Notice how quiet it gets...
when snow falls.
Fewer cars go by.
And the ones that do sound far away.
Even the wind talks softer.
Like it doesn't want to wake anyone.
Snow does that.
It swallows the noise.
One more flake.
Big and slow.
Turning as it falls.
In...
And out...
it's down.
The streetlight glows orange through it.
Every flake lit for a second.
Then gone into the white.
The yard is white now.
The fence posts little wear caps.
The whole street...
tucked in for the night.
And so are you.
The snow keeps falling.
You don't have to count it.
Each flake finds its own place.
By morning the world look new.
But that's hours from now.
Your breathing slows to match it.
You're warm in here.
The cold stays outside the glass.
Breathing in...
And out...
Everything is soft and white.
The snow will fall all night.
Let it cover you in sleep.
Goodnight.