Stillness and squeals

Day 13 of 31 at TWT!

The world outside is blurry,

grainy,

an almost-fog.

I squint: 

Are the windows smeary?

No! A whirling white whips across the world. 

Flurries fall, dance, and dive. 

A squeal: "Can we play in it?!?!"

Not today.

Just a lacy layer, 

fragile flakes settling gently.

But...

"Can we stick out our tongues?!"

Of course!

We clamber outside, mouths open wide.

Dazzling,

delicate, 

floating flakes 

descend

in a silence so profound it seems to absorb sound. 

The white world is somehow softer, 

slower,

tranquil, 

more gentle.

If your eyes follow a flake, 

the descent

feels

dizzying... yet peaceful.

Both fast and slow against the winter-gray sky.

Tongues are wiggling, ready. 

"I got one!" small voices shriek.

Subtle spots of coldness spread into wet drops.

Giggles break the placid stillness. 

Blue eyes crinkle as they meet mine,

flailing legs and arms squeeze in delight. 

Giggles grow into chortles and cackles, 

joy overpowers serenity.