Snowflakes rush past –
an army of sugar-coated ants
scurrying home in the wind.
The scenery moves with them:
Forests built on rocks;
Rocks resting on sea –
a sparkling body of cold energy,
an ever-changing tapestry
pulled across the loom of my horizon.
Wooden cottages, painted deep red,
trimmed with white
appear in the fabric.
Seagulls drift through the vision
at random.
The sun bursts forth from its heavenly shroud,
a bright promise for a warm future.
And I?
I float on.
I float on
towards a new horizon,
a new adventure,
a new wonder.
And in this manner,
I travel through space and time…
and on towards motherhood.
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