Stepping outside, leaving the ticking clock and florescent lighting behind,
I enter a snowy world of suspended time.
The dusky gray sky, back-lit by the rising sun,
hidden somewhere behind the impenetrable barrier of clouds.
Silence broken only by the protest of the crows flying overhead.
I recognize my smallness,
realize the uncontrolled and untamed forces I am a mere spectator of.
I am lost in dreamy contemplation as I stare at the once solitary,
and completely unique crystalline snowflakes
merging and melding, draping perfectly,
decorating all my eyes can see.
(NOTE: the image is from spraygraphic.com)