Snow Suit

A ripple in time allows me to see
                                                  me
two years old
no cares and never feeling low
a joy to walk through crunchy snow
a smile on my ever exploring pixie face
          but most of all
...remembering my snow suit...
not the color nor the comfort
...but the sound...
          the gentle rustling sound
as each leg then each arm's place was found
and the zipper zipped with grace
                            toward my face
          chin up
to avoid the pinch
then walking downtown
rustling all the way
skipping, running, jumping as I rustled
                                        gently rustled
and there was happiness in that sound