Snow

Outside my window tree branches droop lazily, weighed down by gently draped snowflakes. A tranquil sheen of white shrouds the clamor and commotion of interminable commercialism, creating the illusion of a world at peace. Silence has fallen upon the streets broken only by the occasional child’s squeal of glee. Although no longer a child, my heart is full of the same sense of glee, an unbridled anticipation of relinquished responsibility. Forced to remain at home, I revel in life’s simple pleasures.