Swirling Patterns of Snow

The snow falls, swirls outside the kitchen window, dropping down in a diagonal fashion when the wind gently nudges its side. And though it seems as if it should stop - so much has fallen already - it just continues on, falling where it will and how it will with no thought to itself that by now the sky should be empty.

But the emptiness isn't outside.

The emptiness is all around us. In our hearts, our minds, our dreams, our beds ...

And every morning we wake up to this same emptiness. Feeling like a flame that with one breath can be extinquished from burning.

We are not on fire.

We are as cold as the snow that falls outside.

We are freezing from the inside out.