Sleet that soothes away cares (a freewrite)
I leave the house, grumpy, poor circulation and everyday worries like threads I keep pulling at, can't put down. It's a cold day, sleet streaking down from the sky, and the cold goes right through my bones. Feels like a billion decisions need to be made, actions to be taken, and where is the energy for any of it, I wonder as I walk. Errands accomplished, I decide to walk out to look over the valley and suddenly everything is beautiful. From here I can see the snow line, see that we are just about level with it, accounting for the ice scattered on the streets. The landscape is dusted with snow, freezing clouds drifting lazily over the trees, touching them with fronds of frost. The slow, winter heartbeat of the land pulses beneath my feet, and I care about nothing else. The sleet steals kisses, beguiling me until the cold is no longer an inconvenience, but a delicious wake up call, my bones thrilling to winter's touch.