snow prints

nieve = snow

fluffy white. or is it slush grey?
invigorating chill on your skin. or just wet and miserable?
thick and soft. and sinkable deep.
ice thin slate. slippery and hard.
memories of contentment. and lots of family Christmases. togetherness and peace and happiness. the most depressing time of the year universally, and many a suicide calls a hot-line. desperate. alone.
angel wings, and a time for Jesus' birth to be remembered. the symbolism revered. the power of the season celebrated even by us non-Christians.
homeless dying in the streets in the so called "developed" west, and the elevation of crime as the needy steal, and the careless rich travel.
either school of thought... snow lets one leave snow prints and make angel wings and allows the real savoring of a rich hot chocolate with 5 whole marshmallows. even when alone.
and then you get to watch the snow fall down to make our world a level playing field all over again. leaving behind a clean, white, pure and even world. all over again.
i think peace, harmony and a meeting of minds. and you think destruction, differences, one way.
but can we both just think snow prints? and the opportunity for fresh beginnings? of pure childlike magic and just forget the religious and political mayhem?
idealistic? or just a shift of your paradigm?

~dedicated to finding the common ground. amreeth~