Monday, January 14, 2013

puzzle piece.

step outside. breathe deep the fragrant air. walk through the frost that's rising from it's frozen depths.
hear the lonely bird celebrate. and feel and know, straight to the marrow of your bones, that spring will indeed come again. it's on nights like these, with the magnified quiet and the only sounds coming from the bird and those bold drops of liquid snow... on nights like these ones life feels like a puzzle piece that fits just right.