I can truly appreciate life for what it is
with the rustle of leaves
and each zephyr that runs through
and softly kisses each of my fingertips.
The cold yet soft grasp of snow
envelopes my fingers as I breathe in
and welcome the fresh air
into my lungs.
My soul is liberated with each step I take
and I wonder about existence.
With hot cheeks and cold hands
I can hold onto these moments forever.
Image courtesy of Shelly Pence.