to see

How can the sky be som light, at these dark times?
The trees become silhouettes.
And during daytime, they cast their shadows at the white ground.
I thought of you,
when the snowflakes scratched my cold skinn, as they hurried flew by.
The breath of the night
found its way through the layers of wool. A shiver with cold.
I should see the beauty, I thought. Not confine my self.
And instead of keeping my eyes fixed on the ground, counting every step, I raised my gaze. Looked up at the streetlights, radiating their warped beams.
The flakes, which was more grains due to the wind, flew high up there.
They whirled in weightlessness.
And I saw the beauty, and smiled. Because the sky is light at these dark times, the flakes flew the midnight scene and I walked home. Watching the drama of mother earth.