Memories: Ithaca

the frozen tundra
glistening with snow and ice
flowers emerging

night falls...
classical music plays in the background as the snow falls to the ground...
the deer outside my window grazing on what little grass is still above the snow...
the sky filled with hundreds of twinkling gems in the distance...

on the new dawn the sun glistens over the white and brilliant surface...
slowly rising, your breath disappears in the warmth of the star's embrace...
the crunching of the ice beneath your feet reminds you of how fragile things truly are...

the sky opens... white clouds surrounded by a blue blanket...
unique flakes of crystalized water drift to the surface...
as darkness takes over, and man crawls into his bed...
the deer become masters of their universe.

"The musk is inside the deer, but the deer does not look for it, it wanders around looking for grass." - Kabir, Indian Philosopher