There is magic in the air,
An anticipation,
Like the world is holding its breath
While the rest of us sleep.

The lazy sun in the sky
Takes its sweet time,
It’s winter; the blanket of clouds
Much too comfortable to leave.

The rays of light shoot
Bright across the sky,
A marvel, a wonder
There IS magic in this life.

My sleepy mind, my weary soul
Rejoices at the sight of this
Sleepy town
The world is still asleep,
Even if just for a moment longer.