Snowfall in Austin

 Snowing in Austin...
Not altogether unheard of,
But not the usual...
Feels a little bit like
Home...
My original home...
Bristol, CT...
Mild winters due to the Gulf Stream
That used to flow past...
Large flakes...
A touch of ice...
Not hail or sleet...
The real deal...
Just like any attachment,
Any accumulation
Will not last...
Memories of sensations
And emotions
Come forward more readily,
In this moment,
Than memories of real world actions...
How does this moment feel?
If it's uncomfortable,
Don't avoid it...
Allow yourself to feel...
Give yourself permission...
Don't disconnect or disassociate...
Take care of business...
Don't know if there will be
Any accumulation of this precipitation...
The ground might be too warm...
Residual solar radiation...
Earth soaks it up
And radiates it back out
Like breathing...
Recalling memories
Of fairly recently passed moments...
The heat of her breath
No longer a contemporary reality...
Not having to wonder
Whether or not
The day will go well
Or quickly devolve into a Hellscape
Is nice...
Stability in the local environment
Is nice...
Having no expectations
And not worrying about
The expectations of others
Is nice...
There can be comfort
In spending time alone...
Self guided therapy...
Peace and contemplation...
Snowfall of any appreciable amount
Had a peacefulness to it,
As I recall those sensory memories...
A soft hush...
Peace is something to strive for...
Peace is stronger than love...
Wish I'd have realized that
Years ago...
Decades ago...
But here it is...
In the now...
Snow falling heavy outside...
More flashes of memory...
Smell and taste...
Wordless...
Quiet...
Peaceful...