Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

When your edges are sharpened, with joy or sorrow, with no time for doubt, words flow and your write, knowing you are orphans of today, of falling snow, of things deep and unspoken, of an endless journey for tomorrow, and even if darkness spreads around you, and even if you wait for the cold moon’s arrival, or the light from the melting snow’s departure, know that however you see this life is how you live it, snow and all. 

They have decided to stay outside in the snow, somewhere deep in the middle where nothing else greets their eyes but snow. They have decided to stay there, decided to respect their time together, and act wild and alive, whether cold or bold, for anyone who dares to become one with snow, will discover, and feel what snow eventually becomes…