Be Still

I slipped my arm from underneath him, his eyes lay heavy, deeply asleep. Grabbing my coat and shoes, I sneak out the door, intentionally avoiding the hassle of waking him. His house though lacking basic human needs of furniture, was still warm, warmer than the 10 inches of fresh snow that greeted me at the door. The time was well past midnight, yet the sky appeared anything but dark as the falling snow bounced off the orange in the street lights. I have always loved the night, but standing there, canvassed by layers of white all around, while only you stand in the street, was pure magic. The cold was crisp, the air in my lungs releasing a misty cloud every breath. It was quiet, but not in a eerie way, it was peaceful. Every step crunched beneath my boot as I was creating a path that had never been formed. Cars covered in the mornings future hassle, chilling ice melting into the inch between my boots and pants. I was forming a cool sweat with every step, as I trecked back toward my dorm. My eyes mesmerized by the white lit sky in the depth of the night. The fernlike stellar dendrite flakes flow down effortlessly as they join the white canvas that surrounds me, My eyes grew weary and fingers bacame numb, yet I wanted to stand still, be still in this moment. A moment where nothing moves, nothing speaks, Where the delicate descending snow meets the street.