Dawning Creations

Snowflakes pour from a white, crestfallen sky.
Sly as could be, the sun smirks just behind the clouds.
Cabin fever leaves my blood pumping, brain buzzing with ideas and no outlet.
I step outside and take in the winter air.

A spark of excitement emanates inside my bones.
Abruptly, I have a sense of urgency and I need to move.

Soon, I’m running, fist pumping erratically,
Air is static and charged with an unknown electrical current.
Unfamiliar and foreign, it encourages my endless running.
Skipping and hopping like a bewildered child in the wood, the magic continues to open up before me.

Before my eyes, the trees grow smiles that extend for miles.
Branches reaching out to shake my hand, and
I can’t resist but to reach out to touch them.

They twirl me around and I give into the brisk winter break.
The world is spinning fast and faster until everything is just an expressionless mass of color and air.

The dizzying spinning is calming.

When I cease to spin, I see the world as it is.