Just because

I’m sitting in this parking lot,
The hyperactive kid is throwing
Balls of snow and ice at
The van while he dances to
A tune only he can hear
And then lays down in
The field of white and communes
With the snow angels.
Sometimes we need to be like that
All engaged and who cares
What others think in the process…
Sometimes we worry too much
Stress over things that we can’t control and it weighs on our souls
It ages us, wages war with us
And we are weary
Closing our eyes and pulling
Out our hair in frustration…
Maybe today,
Maybe tomorrow
We get out there
And commune with the
Snow angels too…just because.

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