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Snowy Mists

Where are you

In the snowy mists?

I can no longer

See you.


My mind remembers

But my eyes get lost

In the snow.


You are gone

And we move on.

Yet we always wonder

If you know….



CurlingRocksThe olympics are here! I must admit I like the winter olympics more than I like the Summer version. I love the look of snow-covered mountains, trees glistening in their white coats. It is moving. I enjoy the hockey, speed skating, ski jumping and others. My favorite of favorites is Curling. There is just something calming about that giant handled stone sliding slowly down the ice, while someone screams at people with brooms in their hands. The way they furiously sweep the ice then stop, then furiously sweep again is pure Zen for me. One of the great aspects is the speed of play, steady and unhurried . This speed allows you to go get a snack or avail yourself of the facilities without missing a moment of the action.

I joke a little but this sport of curling does have some skill. To be able to slide that giant stone down the glistening lane of ice requires a good amount of deftness. To know how much to sweep the ice with those awesome brooms, take practice and training. Sure the competitors don’t always have the prototypical athletes body, though I think that is part of the appeal. I as an everyman sitting on my couch can find an athlete to identify with.

I love to watch as many of the different sports as I can, but the channel doesn’t change once I see those ice lanes with giant blue or red or yellow rocks being slid down their shiny surface. The sound of people yelling at competitors to sweep faster, just sucks me in and I am hooked. So I hope you enjoy the olympics and whatever sports you love, but if you are flipping through the numerous olympic channels and see curling stop a minute and show it some love. I think you’ll enjoy it.

A Snowy Walk

The air has shed

It’s early morning warmth.

The sun climbs slowly

Up it’s path,

Shining golden life

Upon the cold, blustery land.

I can smell the snow coming.

My bones shiver, knowing

Soon the world I live in

Will be blanketed in white crystals.

Smothering silence will fall

As streetlights illuminate

A masterpiece of nature.

The blanketed world calls

To the child in me,

“Come walk.”

“Come play in Me.”

And I will!

I will marvel

At the silent beautiful world.

I will stare at the trees,

Clothed in shimmering white.

I will muse in the peaceful silence,

Broken only by the crunching under

My feet.

I look back to see the past,

Tracked by my footprints

In the snow.

The future is shown

In the unmarked snow

Laying before me.

Where will the future lead?

I won’t know until I

Lift and place my footsteps,

One after the other,

In whatever direction I choose.

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