Christmas eve and nature reminds us of its power to quiet and slow down the hectic pace.
Where is the orchestra that plays a lonely song under the midnight sun sinking into the arctic ocean?
The rain falls into ice into snow and upon the ground the earth dissappears into an endless horizon of white and the static leaves for now.
How much time passes, how many miles of field do we cross, before noticing the footsteps leave no prints upon the snow?
Music touches a nerve that I cannot name, that I fail to understand. So, I give in to the emotion and I write.
the stars are beautiful this morning
cold white points
are you up there? I feel your presence
I feel calm
I feel nostalgic