Dear Curiosity Journal,
Soft raindrops sculpt the powdery ski trail into a polished slide, creating the form of snow, just begging you to test its glide. In its watery way, drizzle meets freeze and transfigures into a medium in between. Fat fluid droplets cling to the ends of evergreen needles – suspended there to solidify. I ski down like a solitary leaf descending on a complimentary current, coasting in cushiony support. The white water quilt makes the land feel safe, quiet, and fleecy, consenting to catch me if I fall. Oh Water! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
~Joy