In the Midst of Innocence,

we remain forever playful. Together with our white landscape, we grow creative. Under heavy clouds, we sled on. On left behind cardboard, we glide downwards. Deep into frostiness, we transform an unsmiling, barren and frozen scene into motion. On glistening snow, more sunbeams to hold. In every one of our cells, more photonic light grows. It’s ours to have and to hold. I’m wired even after numerous hikes up the hill. Anyone else feeling it?

2 thoughts on “In the Midst of Innocence,

    • Yes, there may be some element of thrill from soaring downhill, but there’s something residual for certain that’s beaming. You get to enjoy waves and sunshine though, that’s enough to keep your vibes soaring.

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