Snowflakes decorate my hair, as I lean out on the balcony.
A cacophony of sound rages from the ballroom:
“Stop dancing and listen to the snow!” Fills my mind
I breathe and release the “now” for the true moment.
The snow swirls rapidly around me
whispering poems until I am lost in a personal snow storm.
It fills my mind with becoming more in the New Year, not changing.
The image of me changing sheets flashes before my eyes
The snow surges as I gain understanding, and laugh.
“New You? What is wrong with the old you” it whispers in one ear.
Weight does not define you.
Hair does not increase worth.
“Be,” it hissed with the sound of tumultuous air as the snow dissipated rapidly
Turning to walk back into the ballroom,
my hair was adorned in sparkling snow
resembling a crown.
I was all I needed to be.
So unexpected yet delightful to find a rough diamond shed
its skin and become a brilliant light.
The snow continued to fall all weekend.
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Sue Cook lives in Freeport, Illinois with her husband Randy and two dogs. Her passions include assistance dogs, rescue dogs, music, acting, theater, poetry, and Doctor Who. She’s been in both film and theater and is a regular cast member of the podcast Doctor Who’s Line is it….Anyway? Sue is an advocate for the use of Service Dogs to assist their disabled handlers to maintain their independence. Quigley’s Quest, her first children’s book, addresses how a dog becomes a Service Dog.