You wonder as you see the snow kiss the curb.

Friday morning brings chilly air. The snowfall of yesterday brought icy roads.   The car tires dream of dirt, and I'm dreaming of the cayman islands. If only I could attach my wrists to a balloon, or put my feet on a sailboat, I'd be away from the snow, and closer to me.  Today, I am restless, and longing. I keep counting on other people's fingers, and I've forgotten that life is a series of drifting((aimless wandering from place to place)) before destination.

  Some days, I feel like a celestial body visible from earth at night,  my inner workings rise with the stars.

Other days, I feel like I'm "just a brain equipped with a transportation unit"

I need to rise above the worries, and I need to remind myself

It's okay to drift through days. It's okay to be a little broken, a little unsure, a little sad,

One day, the drifting will end and I will arrive. 

While I'm awaiting arrival, I'll be drinking mocha's, chasing sleep, and wearing bows. 

I'm thinking positive thoughts(sunlight music love memory), and I'm feeding my mind with good feelings.
I'm imagining places of travel, and social gatherings to be had.
There's music to be heard,  there's tambourines to be shaken !!

My toes need fire, and my lips need cherry balm, but I think the porcelain snow is beautiful. There's something majestic about white crystals of frozen water covering the ground. I could spend time wishing for the tropics, and summer scents, but I wouldn't know Summer if it wasn't for Winter.

I wouldn't know living if it wasn't for drifting.

I wouldn't know blue skies if it weren't for gray.

I wouldn't appreciate the apple tree if it weren't for it's dormancy. 

So I'm out in the snow, I won't be losing my mind.  Just losing the heat of my body. I'm going to be happy. My lips will continue to love mocha's. My eyes will continue to love bearded boys. My feet will continue to jive. And my hair will continue to grow.

 

"Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."

- Groucho Marx

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