Upon the snow she lay.
Gazing up into the sky.

Her eyes focused upon the moon.
A thin layer of clouds shrouding it.

A rainbow halo circles the nearly full moon.
It appears to be cloaked in mist.

The wind howls around her.
Tossing the newly fallen snow around.

Tiny flakes whirling in the wind.
Slowly settling upon her body.

She tasts the snow upon her lips.
The tang of saltiness surprises her.

It makes her think of the far off oceans.
Their endless waves drifting like the snow.

Her mind wanders as her eyes slowly close.
The light of the moon reflects within her eyes.

Beams of light dancing this way and that.
Bouncing here and there, beautiful in the chaos.

As she lay there half asleep, half awake.
The clouds continue to pass by above.

Her spirit feels light as air, as if its floating.
Her body feels as though its sinking into the snow.

Limbs so heavy, heart so light.
She watches the moonbeams dance within her eyes.

She wakes from this trance feeling rested.
Her soul is quiet, her worries calmed.

She rises from the snow to travel again.
Driven she is, upon a quest, one even she can't explain.

Directed this way and that by fate and chance.
This moment of serenity is a treasure to her.

Her heart filled with peace and love.
Refreshed, she is ready for whatever comes next.

She dares to dream that it will be wonderful.
She wishes for all that she's worth, for peace.

She fears the tranquility of this moment is fleeting.
Moving forward is ever so hard, but she must.

Her calling has not yet been revieled.
Fate is not done with her just yet.

She turns her face up to the moon once more.
Then she starts upon the trail, walking slow but sure.