The silence of the snow

I'm lying in bed in the attic

listening to the silence of the snow.

It's just gone one.

Through the slanted windows I can see the twinkling

lights from other peoples windows.

I think about them.

Reading.

Getting ready for bed.

Huddled on the sofa watching a late night movie.

They too,

listening  to the silence ~

perhaps they gaze up at our attic window

and wonder what I am doing.

Doesn't the beauty of this life just stick in your throat sometimes?

When you think about the nicest piece of music you heard today?

Or the loveliest smile that lingers,

a warm memory deep within.

Some would say I wrap myself in stars to protect from the harsh edges of life.

Maybe.

But then these thoughts come easy in the night.

Even then,

the world glitters.

Beneath the silen........