snow falling on city

this world is a strange place. nature never fails to remind us of our inward-facing lives. the fastest city in the world can still slow down but won't stop. and the relevance of that is insignificant. one girl writes in one box in one building on one street on one block on one night one thought. minute. we emit. we allude. we skirmish. i soak in the snow. the reminder. the simple unexpected joy. when nature reveals itself extremely, what do we share in turn? how do we use the space we occupy? is there a drop box i don't know about? if only i could get myself on the list for the water cycle. love is a renewable resource. welcome back winter wonderland.