• I'm traveling through a blank abyss,
    a sea of dull snow.
    Nothing is different and nothing is the same.
    The breeze blows gently and whispers to my deaf ears.
    It beckons me to follow like a mother to her child.
    I stumble after it,
    hearing laughter like church bells just beyond a tattered veil.
    The wind and laughter die and I pull back the edge to reveal a storm of color.
    Silver streaks the sky,
    blue shatters through the earth like splintered glass,
    and purple grazes everything in sight.
    The wind laughs,
    the thunder growls
    and snow dances in gentle grace.