It's funny
I've been here for so long
but not long at all
a blink of the eye
a tiny crease
in time

Even so
I've watched
I've observed
I've experienced
I've marveled
I've smelled
Tasted
Touched
It

I rarely see it when I'm at home
It's a treat for me
Though it is the norm here
Like a shrug of the shoulders

When I walk outside
Spinning
Laughing
A smile stretched across my
cool
flushed
face
I look like a child with a new gift


It rains down from the grey sky
Drifting down
Dusting
and then blanketing
the bare earth
wrapping me in a light sweater of white