Snow Day Rewards

I lay in bed on this snow day, off and on for cumulative hours, moving in and out of His aroma, which feels slight today - yet nonetheless enthralling to touch upon again.

"I'm never gonna leave, I'm never gonna leave, I'm never gonna leave... I'm never gonna leave this place, this place, at your feet, at your feet, God, I want to stay, all the days, of my life..."

Jonathan David-Helser, The Reward, playing at a volume just as slight as your aroma's sliding, as I write. I want to live here forever; I have lived here often, I know, yet so easily I forget what that means - then tumbling to other means. How deep the slightest turn of cheek and upturn of a smile can be.

I lay in bed, and sit at desk, and choose to not let slightness of delight be less than everything.

This is your Reward.