The Whitest Sails Flapping

Harsh are the winters in North America and one must drink hot coffee or chocolate to revive himself, not to let his bones freeze and possibly crack. By a window frosted with snow, one sees mountains and vallies, even an occasional hungry deer, or a groaling scary grizzly bear looking in the open trash can. My inconsolable glance is fixed on that white blanket when a snow flower winks at me, it's sadness is lack of sunlight as we both lament meadows that stretch under splendid skies. Dreaming sets no limits whatsoever, it's a boundery as infinity as space, venture into it, excitement awaits you; when winter refuses to leave,dream! Perhaps tonight going to sleep, I'll dream of the whitest sails flapping departing for the Mediterranean Sea; o starless night, breathing in mysterious silence, make me dream of Sorrento as soon as reality vanishes and dreams begin with the voice of the young sailors cheering...hoping to find their sweetheart! Written on 8/11/2017