Blanket

Cover the valley, make it look like the mountains are being flooded with a white carpet, something surreal. The landscape, never the same, almost challenging to my eyes. A sea of cotton wool. Would it catch my every fall? It looks like a perfect pillow, just holding itself there. No shift, no adjustment to its glory. The days, so painfully beautiful, dancing around us, embracing us, defining our walls. The clouds, like her, my blanket. She is out there, walking, breathing, despairing, rejoicing, feeling the heart strings pull at her, needing a blanket too. She is a baby, I am a cradle. I am the wind and she is the trees. All for you, all for me.