A sparkle,
a glimmer of light falls from the sky.
It’s soft.
Lying on the Earth,
my wings spread, I look up.
No clouds unfold upon the endless canvas that’s above.
For an instant time stops.
The sky seems to have drifted away,
and a white void replaces it.
Nothing but white.
To me, it is not just cold nor just a blanket of snow.
It is peace.
It is the light tickle to my nose,
which makes it burn.
