we see the soft glow and might be tricked to believe that the snow is warm
with the first snowfall the sounds of the city are quietly subdued
in fresh snow we see the paths that people follow: mostly the same one
a simple gesture from long ago has become a fond ritual
even in chaos it is possible to find some kind of order
as decoration a simple item achieves a greater meaning
ideas survive only if their foundation is built to survive
a cold hard surface comes alive like a wild fire it’s smoke and mirrors
the artist creates because they want to; maybe there’s an audience
a dark winter night reveals a beauty that no summer day can match
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