all the bells and whistles

My hands warm by gloves, body underneath my jacket. I listen to my surrounding, gently smiling.

I am thankful, for each and everyone in my life, thankful for all that have walked through my life. More than memories, life changing experiences.

Feet walking faster than my body, stumbling around the house, tripping over shoes and the little boy names Tobias. Helpful reminders to slow down, your strength is not of speed, rather patience and understanding. My armor made of butterflies and wild flowers growing on the roadside. A gentle boy, with the largest eyes, and an open mind and spirit, elephants could run through.

Thank you, I appreciate you, I am grateful for you…written on the cards I am writing inside my head. The message I am sending from my stare. Everything I say, hear, smell. Everything I am, because of the landscapes full of beautiful hearts blossoming. Dancing in the field, arms spread wide. I embrace all the hearts, minds and spirits that have held my hand through these days, weeks and years. Fulfilling, never overwhelming.

Head tilted back, the icy breath of winter sliding around my neck and down my back. I shiver, I smirk. Coldness seasonal, warmth everlasting. Shoulders back and head held high, I live inside this suit and found the mirror where I see it fits. My hands small, but capable of moving mountains and carrying worlds. My arms soft and gentle, yet strong and powerful. My legs long as I stand tall, yet short and mobile to dance, run, jump and fall. I am me, I am you, we share thoughts, happiness, sadness, and laughter with tears. I am me, and I am the world.