The Great Outdoors
I open the door
and let the cold wind
cuddle my face
I close my eyes
and take a deep breath
Intricate patterns
stir in the air
like ancient ghosts
It's language
is hidden from me
The frozen forest
turns into a sea
of fairy dust
A hushed, desolate
sparkling wonder
A smile
has made a home
in your eyes
Today
is a good day
