A moment on Tyne

The snow fell beautifully, fractal shapes brightening the night.
It was good snow, dry, crisp, settling with no thought of melt.
Feather like, bleaching through the bridge whitening cold iron
Girders, easing angles to flowing curves.

My tracks the blemish that marred the even, quickly smoothed.
Reality fading I threaded the metamorphosis of lattice work over
The river as time slowed around me.

A white blanket came into existence muffling sound, softening sight.
Identity fading consciousness expanding my mind, flowed, swirled,
Blossomed, Perceptions unfocused forms altered, Wavered,
Flickered and then coalesced.

Where was I what had I become, was mine the only ripple of
Awareness to Know this land? Mystically, slipping from time
And mind of men, frozen, the moment to last forever?

Looking back along the river thoughts fittingly slipped gently, laughingly
Into my mind. Everything was moving trains counter crossed bridges,
Warmth and light glowing.
Cars moved crunching snow, but quietly muted, whispered, tippy toeing,
Treading lightly without fuss.

Alone in all the world, snow covered a slow smile came to my lips as I
Observed, felt, tasted this tableau come to life.
Empirically absorbed into this fleeting wonder of, a moment on Tyne.

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