In the premature dawn the snow was falling
Its soft touch on the small breeze
Kissing my face, my hands
Caressing me in the darkness

Little things seem important now;
The light weight of the coat on my shoulders
The lights thrown helter-skelter
On a tree in the lawn of a home
The stalled car before me
Throwing it's headlights' glow onto the beautiful ground

In this world now there is only White
There is only Darkness, short of Grey
The grey will come later, but
for now, let us revel in the beauty of the morn'
The lightless morn', where no shadows will
Fall to remind us we are real