Winter morning magic

I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".

II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.

III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.

IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.

V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.

VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.

VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.

VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.

IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.

Unmelted nightly frosts

cling on windshields, sparkling.

Morning mists hang in the horizon

obscuring my view.

I take a different route

to work this waking day,

I notice a world I never did.

Chill winds nip at me

creeping through my gloves

making my fingertips ache.

Arcadia needs constant

encouragement to keep going.

The warmth of my breath

slips through the mask

lingers for a second or two

in the crisp pre solstice air.

The gentle, near obsolete

warmth of a sun just reaching

tentacles over the horizon

caresses my face softly,

hugs me through my layers.

Thus is the painful, sparkling,

beautiful, gentle magic

of a winter’s morn.

A Flittering Flame