I'm here and it's beautiful

Seeing the beauty in ordinary moments.

The sky is a deep blue grey
accentuated by soft yellow glow of streetlamps,
the snow falling softly through their light
as tiny bits of white paper
to rest soundlessly on the snowy sidewalk.

My boots slip along the snowpacked ground.
Traffic is virtally nonexistant;
the building down the road hums
with electrical force.
Flakes of snow melt against warm cheeks
and drift through the air like in a Christmas movie
the silence speaking louder than words.

This moment hangs between
the yesterdays and tomorrows
that we're always talking about
always worried about.

The night is cold but I'm warm inside
just knowing this moment
is never far away.