I miss the snow.

Oh, how I miss the snow. It was all that I did know. It brought such joy, such boundless feeling of content. The ultimate canvass, spread across the ultimate landscape. In endless splendor I watched it grow. One flake at a time the foam inched its way up. It covered the natural world, it covered the hand made world, it covered all the imperfections and stranded us from our institutions. In snow, I was free. In snow I was me. I miss me. I miss the snow. It was all that I did know.