Street Lights

Two street lights shine in one of my windows in my room. I'm not a fan of these lights, for at night when I want my room to be pitch black, they always shine just enough light into my room to annoy me. I've put art canvas's into my window, blinds, and hung a thin curtain to help dim the orange lit street lights.

Tonight, for the first time since I moved into this home, I'm happy the street lights are there. I'm happy because without their light tonight I would not be able to see the little baby snow flakes begin to fall from the sky. I pull the thin white curtain back, I pull up the blinds, and I pull the canvas's from the window.

Snow flakes are so graceful. They are unlike rain that races as fast as they can from the sky. Snow flakes take their time. They dance with the air, floating gracefully to the ground, knowing that once they hit everything could change.

There is something hopeful when you see snow. Living in the south when the temperature's change in the blink of an eye, snow can feel near impossible. You begin to believe that it's never coming, that the talk of snow, the blue on the radar, are only a tease. You begin to believe that soon enough, the clouds will pass, without a speck of a snow flake, and you're once again left in the cold, wet winter.

Believing in the impossible. It's not as easy as it once was. There was a time when believing the impossible was as easy as believing school would be canceled the next day when you woke due to snow. There was a time when bad news only came in fairy tales and light could scare all monsters from underneath your bed.

As the years pack on, you find out that bad news live outside of books and the safest place is with the imaginary monsters under your bed. Hope becomes harder to grasp and the impossible begins to live up to it's definition.

I turned out all the lights in my room because I want those annoying orange street lights to shine tonight. I want them to shine so that I can see the little flakes fall from the sky. As hard as life gets and as the bad news continues (as it always will in this life) to pour into our lives, I never want to lose hope. I never, not for a single minute, ever want to stop believing that good exist, that the impossible can become possible.

The snow has stopped now. It might begin again, it might not. All I know is that I'm thankful for it's brief presence. I'm thankful for the little peace it brought into my heart tonight.

Life is full. It is so full. I can't stop believing in the good. I won't let myself stop believing.