Contentment

Adults sledding at midnight--
the same way children sled at four.
It's in the relative minority of things;
such a sight never fails to leave me happy,
hopeful, and not much else.

Granulated snow blown from rooftops
meets those standards too.
And not only that,
it's a surefire way to make me say,
"All right.
This is it.
Right here."