While you were sleeping,wishing and dreaming,loving and crying away...

[jack_babalon]

The snow is falling on a Sunday morning, falling lightly on Wintercrest Drive. There's a bluebird on a bare branch. It hops and cocks it's head at me. Turn into the gust and catch one flake out of the wind with your eye, follow the flight of it's drift, a single brittle little ship freefall sailing down into the cold roofs of a sleeping America. My ears burn from the cold and my black watch cap soaked from the shift of snow to sleet. I'm only a mile from home from here, i'm almost at the end of a quick year, memories are thawing slowing inside me and I am as silent as the frozen lawns, silent as the bluebird dancing, silent as the curtain drawn windows lit up with Christmas lights flickering bright in crayon colors, silently I am and silently I pass. The snow stops and the sun lights up the sky a dirty silver. I shiver and move on. Only the bluebird and I know the snapshot miracle that has just passed, I bow my head to the little guy and turn onto Foxford Rd.