I walked along the snow today, and sometimes, I have this habit of lifting my head up to the sky. I developed it over summer, to tilt my face towards the warmth of the sun.
But now, I kind of just lift my head up to smile at even the grayest of clouds. I know, I know, something could fall out of the sky and hit me (bird projectiles perhaps), but that’s not the point.
It was snowing today, and you have to admit, there’s something sorta magical about snow. Before it gets stepped on and run into shapeless mush, it falls a little like it’s magic of some kind. Soft and gentle. Or it piles up with the fury of a snow queen casting her final spell.
But I tilted my head up to the sky. I had a lot of homework. Friends to check up on. New things to do and write and say and perform and sing and act and…
I’d panicked that morning, unable to sleep. Bombarded by thoughts. Worries. Fears. Afraid that there was so much to do but so little time to do it in.
I’d never get to it all.
But that pause, that lull in the snow. It was a sheer moment of just enjoying for the sake of it. Sometimes, time stills.
And that was my moment of sheer happiness.