A new world is forming around us.
Above us, falling about us like snow.
At times, you see the world you know past the snowfall.
Then you look down and see that the world has changed.
You think the world may never return to your memory’s version.
The fear and uncertainty clouds you into thinking this new world is a dream
A dream not worth remembering, not worth seeing.
A dream that is nonetheless something to be respected and obeyed.
At least until the dream of spring is no longer a dream.
Where the world of our memory returns.
