snow day

I thought I would write today but I didn't. A topic loomed inviting entrance into its mists, to enter allowing words forming, blowing their breath, dispelling mist into the clarity of mystery. That loom is gone. I allowed it to die, evaporate. No regret here. I chose instead the inboundedness of snow, reclining gleefully outside all invitation. I smile. No coloring outside the lines when there are no lines. Not even free for there is no slavery.