I reached out an eager hand to the golden handle of the familiar brown form of our front door, my other holding tight to my camera. The slender metallic form of the handle was cold to my light touch, yet I firmly grasped it, opening the humble exit to my home. The world beyond my doorstep had drastically changed since the last time my eyes had beheld it, blanketed in a thick sheet of white that had been spread by winter’s embrace as far as I could see. Eagerly I made my way outside, feeling the cold wrap itself around me and bite at my face as though daring me to take another step.

Taking winter up on its offer I pushed away any feelings of hesitance and made my way down our snow covered drive, my feet carrying me towards whatever happened to capture my gaze. The tiny flakes of crystal fell about me, poured down from the dull toned sky by hands unknown and beyond my humble physical reach.

My entire world has been changing, drastically shifting and nearly turning upside down, yet I seem to be moving with it in a manner that makes me feel as though my entire being is weightless. I looked up to the falling crystals and found myself to be among them in spirit, falling freely towards the earth with no resistance, simply being carried upon the path pre-destined by nature’s Creator. They fell, fell to the earth to sit ever still on its cold and placid countenance resting and regaining their strength among their fellow flake. Yet only a moment passes before the breath of the wind lifts them from their resting place and carries them once more. And though comfort had found them upon the ground they show no resistance to the other elements, twirling and turning upon the air as though joyful for the opportunities that change so brings.

I am very much like them, accepting change so strongly that I embrace it with open and eager arms. I do not care to be in one place for long, yet am fully happy while there, knowing that soon the winds of change, as cliché a phrase that may be, will come by and take me away.

Swept off my feet, I can only wonder what lies in store. Something better, something more beautiful than I can currently imagine. For now I will rest my thoughts and be content with being carried on the wind, fully trusting my guided feet on an unfamiliar path.

I have dreams. Dreams of swaying in the summer breeze, dancing among blades of grass so tall they caress my hips. When I close my eyes I feel the Oklahoma sun upon my bare shoulders, warming me with gentle kisses as I lay beneath the deep azul skies of the Great Plains. The clouds that hang within their depths roll onwards with the whispers on the wind, carried to worlds undiscovered by man and pondered by their children. The hum of a made up lullaby escapes my lips to turn to song as the world becomes alive within me and I within it and the splendor which embodies my newfound home. I drink from the waters of purity to quench my desire for peace, the river running a force rivaled by the restlessness of my youth.

I have dreams. Dreams of dancing beneath the moonlight, the light of a great ivory moon encompassing the air around me. I inhale the black and white of the coming night, my feet dancing to a musician unseen within the very shadows of my own imagination. I am joined by a chorus of thousands of crickets whose lonesome songs force me to push from my recollection the worries which plague my mind. I dance until my feet can no longer carry me, collapsing into a bed of violet roses that welcome me as their own. My fear escapes my lungs as I exhale into the chilling air, a feeling of freedom washing over me as my troubles travel miles upon miles away.