Thinking...

Snow...Quiet and white. not just white. it's the white that you see when your.....Dreaming. dreaming is not just going to that little place called your happy place. it's the place where things have not yet been done. and may never be done. it is all up to you. snow. peacefull and majestic. nothing can damage it. it is and always will be. the one thing that matters is that this can never change. this feeling of goodness and happieness. it can never go away. and who would want it to. it is all up to you.


Whisp. there it is. the one thing that separates the one place you want to be from reality. it is all there. in your face. it streams across like needles. stingy you. although it is beautiful it can hurt. Whisp.


There he is. he tends to do this every year. he gets all excited. the snow gives him joy that can pass through every one. galloping through it. the white glistning snow. he has interrupted the peace and Quiet. it does not matter. nothing matters. he stops. why i ask myself. i stand and stare. same for the creature that stands before me. walking slowly i put my arm up slowly and steadily. i touch his muzzzle. cuddling close he is the one thing that can always.....it is hard to put into words. it is like he and i are in our own world when we are close. things are and always be good. i rest my cold cheek against him. he seems to hug me back. then as it started it ended. Bolting off the stallion dashes throught the cold, rough snow. the snow leaving a scar like impressiong on his eboney coat. as i head back to the door, he stops. and i wait. suddenly i feel his breath on my neck. warm and moist i turn. touching him i lead him back. leaving the peace to return.