(Originally written on 1/19/18)
Dear Mother Nature,
I love all of your cloaks, your seasons.
Each inspires me and grants me glimpses wonders and wisdom.
But, dare I say, your beauty impresses and stuns me the most when you lie asleep.
With a blanket of white covering your curves, snow dancing down like sleep dust on all of your children. Hibernating, resting in preparation for our own blossoming.
As you exhale and the wind sweeps snowflakes over your frozen lakes and napping trees, it’s as if I can see all dreams. Past, present, and future. They sparkle and shine as they reflect the light from the sun and moon. Magic. Living and breaking in your dreams.
Sometimes I walk through your reveries, the wind kicking up and snow fluttering around me, gently kissing my cheeks.
Am I part of your dream? Or am I living your dream?
Mother Nature, I bid you a goodnight and the sweetest of dreams.
Love,
Ray
A Dog and Her Girl 