Frosty...
It is snowing outside. I came home from work to find the car coated with perfectly formed snowflakes. I love it when I can see so many perfect little hexagons, flat and shimmering. The lights from the streetlamps catch the facets in the crystals and make them twinkle like stars.
On nights like this, I can smile even through the cold that I feel as I brush those snowflakes from my the roof, the trunk, the hood. I smile as I sit at my favorite little Mexican cafe, watching more flakes tumble down as I carefully rake forkfuls of chorizo and eggs for my dinner. I can even smile as I push a broom through the fluffy whiteness so I can clear a path for more snow to fall on.
I can smile because now that I am alone I have the time to ponder these simple pleasures. I am happy that I can sit alone at a cafe and read a book or write or draw in my sketchbook and not worry about what other people think of me. I'm finally doing what I want to do.
On nights like this, I can smile even through the cold that I feel as I brush those snowflakes from my the roof, the trunk, the hood. I smile as I sit at my favorite little Mexican cafe, watching more flakes tumble down as I carefully rake forkfuls of chorizo and eggs for my dinner. I can even smile as I push a broom through the fluffy whiteness so I can clear a path for more snow to fall on.
I can smile because now that I am alone I have the time to ponder these simple pleasures. I am happy that I can sit alone at a cafe and read a book or write or draw in my sketchbook and not worry about what other people think of me. I'm finally doing what I want to do.