i shovel and the ice covers it,
in the white season, i am always my own worst enemy. they're ringing for the plow, come blanket me under, there's nothing to see here. we're all snowed in.

shoveling snow builds character, go work til you can't breathe.
shoveling snow builds character. 

but alas there's beauty that i can't bring myself to hate, in the way the snows falls, nestled into each other. building blocks or fiber optic nets, forever connected as if they were never apart.

i know it doesn't seem like it, but this too shall pass, and winter will fade into lilac eventually, even if it's in an avalanche. 

even if you're already frostbitten, yes there will be flowers. 

so come make an angel while you still can, lay down in the white, and let it all go. 

there's always light these days, even in night. 
always a little bit pink, always a little bit storm. 

shovel again, they're calling for flurries.