Last night the snow kept falling. It was about eight inches by then, around midnight or so. I looked over the field, occupied by a few farm houses and minimal trees. The snow kept falling. the once yellow grass was now blanketed with white sheets of powder. The ground became an untouched, sacred terrain as glistening, bright crystals overwhlemed the white substance and I was left in awe. I fixed my eyes on the crystals and suddenly they appeared to be floating just over the fallen snow, but somewhow still connected. It was as if the crystals wanted to accompany me on my life's journey but their fates were left up to the foundation they lay upon. Their destiny is short lived, for I knew they would cease to exist by morning by the illuminating, bright sun that would envelope them the following day. I reveled this moment, and tried to grasp the crystals for my own safe keeping, but to no avail. However, for that split second, I longed to be those crystals, despite their short lived existence. I wanted to look beautiful, and I wanted to be appreciated even if it were to be one person that would take notice, such as myself. I longed for the feeling of certanty that my creator did in fact create me for beauty and sacredness. I thought it odd that the ground became a symbol of light; a beacon of new beginnings, but the sky a dark erie lid containing the light. As if the world could never become fully illuminated. As I stood there and took in these moments, I felt that life is so precisous and dear. We only have so much time to do what we want and strive for what we dream. It saddened me to think that such beauty will soon disapate as the sun rises out over the horzon only in a couple hours from now. My nose became red and icy, numbness enveloped my hands, and I knew I was due back. Something out there wanted me to stand there all night and enjoy the last of its beauty and silence until it did in fact disppeare. I began to leave, despite the pull, I took another look and saw a light, opaque cloud in the far east corner of the sky. It told me that if one looks long enough and waits long enough the light will show itself to you and hope will be restored back ino you past, present, and future. The snow kept falliing as I put my back towards nature, but with a promise to always return.
