white noise

it is dark and the sky is made up of twinkling flakes that know not where they land

downtown the buildings have grown legs and take a few steps back

they make way for the silver lined streets to shine in all their glory

i have traded places with the bustling cars and instead it is me who passes the abandoned transports on the side of the road

my pronounced strides are thoughtfully executed and i smile while i sink into that which we cannot control

there is something about this beautiful mess

what was once bitterness towards the lack of hours spent working

has now morphed into a sigh of great relief

He has decided to sprinkle us with this blessing

it is He who knows what this means for me and my house

and it is Him who has provided

and it is Him who always will

i laugh at the thought of control

as i carve my way to the bus stop i think;

here is this beautiful city- so well thought out

yet we come to the season unprepared and empty handed.

we fell short.

and when i accept my inability to hold up all the strings in life.

there is a peace thats tingles in my chest and brings blood to my snow kissed cheeks.