It's beginning to look a lot like christmas
My worries fall gently like snow, blanketing themselves heavily atop the soil of my life. I walk to class, focusing on each step to avoid slipping on unexpected ice. My head down, unable to see the sparkling landscape encompassing me, or the dusted pine needle branches and newly white roofs. Soft like sand at first, I make an effort to step with might, to compact my concerns tightly, trying to create the closest thing to solid ground.