Gentle

Gentle flakes flow down all around me, as I sit under pines and firs, it looks and feels like it is lightly snowing, but the sky is blue and the sun is bright, I’m sitting on snow in the shade as this gentle snow falls from the trees, without even a wind, landing softly on my jacket, on my pants, interesting because I’m overlooking a valley I call Always Snows, and to my wonder, here it is snowing under a blue sky, flakes sparkling in the sun, here, in this place, in this moment, the world is gentle, like the flakes, peace falls around me, the world fades away, if only for a moment, I came here hoping to find such a  moment, yet, this time it feels like the moment has found me, it is gentle, and soothes my hurting heart.