Clearly Submissive

Another dark morning capturing the silence with ease and moving through a dark nabourhood lit only by only a few street lights. Oh how they showcase the falling snow in such a glistening sparkle only to be seen by those wakefull minds out and about before the dawn of the day. The real magic is the darkness. The absents of light, of hope, of grace, or even life. What glistening snowflake could look more beautiful than one shimmering before its empty canvas. Showing off its splender one time and one place only before it fades and becomes nothing more than an invisible fixture, An accumulation of burnt out beauty. Though the darkness lives on to accompany all the snow flakes as they all fall obliviously through their debut dazzling hearts and minds. So gracefully they fall weather surrounded by darkness or dazzled by light, just in case a tired soul may be warmed and inspired by their sight!