Alone in my room,
The silence of the snow
Makes its full impact
On my heart.
.
I reach a hand out my window;
Gasp at the sudden,
Tingling
Of snowflakes melting on my skin.
.
The only sounds of the peaceful night
Are my slow, steady breathing,
And the faint chimes
Of wind chimes in the backyard.
.
The warm, cheery light inside
Is no match for the dark,
Even light outside,
Bouncing off the white, fluffy snow.
.
I watch as the sounds
Are slowly strangled by whiteness.
My fingers, in quiet numbness,
Unhurriedly grasp collected snowflakes.
A/N: this actually happened, in January of this year.
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