snow, untouched-

The cold sun

Drenches everything in luminescence

Diffused by ice cold sheets of cloud hung upright.

It does not warm, but does invite and inspire the passersby, I’m sure

Small runs, jumps, side steps and such,

graceful determination through the cold

powered by this frozen battery burning

a billion miles away.

A lighthearted character remains thawed in the

essence of these people, and the

bustle keeps the little hub warm, just warm enough

today at least,

and I bask in the possibility

to become a part of it all

this jolly winter mechanism it is today

at least