Michael and Mark were playing with Erin and
\nGretta in the snow. Lesa and Catherine were
\ntalking, Lesa leaning against a car, Catherine
\nholding out her hands mixing words in the air.
\nIt was cold. The snow was a powdery ash.
\nA five thirty sunset was coming in half an
\nhour. A Hooker\u2019s Falcon swooped above evergreen
\nand maple trees to the east. Ravens cawed
\nto the west, flying in two and threes.<\/p>\n
I stood cocooned in my coat, arms straight
\ndown in the frost. I was a penguin observing
\nthe pastel colors of the sky. Muted lavender
\nand yellow, grey blue napping clouds. I
\nwas a penguin immersed in stillness, a part
\nof an arctic calm. I turned my head as if
\nto hear silence coming from all directions.
\nThe ground felt soft and light under my
\nfeet. The world welcomed me to its peace.<\/p>\n
I was a penguin. I understood the reserve
\nand patience of those ladies and gentlemen.
\nDo they laugh? I was laughing inside me.
\nI belonged to serenity. To the frigid
\natmosphere. Its clear ceiling. The crystals
\nof ice in the air. I watched the children
\nplaying. Felt the wrapping of the breeze.
\nI shifted my feet, penguin style. I was
\nin the focus of natural sublimity. Every
\nwound was healed. Every scar a vanished
\nmemory. I felt wonderful. The way penguins
\nfeel, in tuxedo. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Michael and Mark were playing with Erin and Gretta in the snow. Lesa and Catherine were talking, Lesa leaning against a car, Catherine holding out…<\/p>\n