This Instant

In this instant

I feel the wind on my face.

It's winter

But it feels like spring.

Weather is bipolar

Which is ironic

Don't you think?

It changes, it moves, and it shifts.

Everybody is walking,

But I just stop.

I close my eyes

And I take it all in.

Time slows down

in these few moments,

As the breeze lifts my hair 

And lifts my soul.

I breathe in and out

And my worries fly away

As the wind is a gift from God

To give me some happiness today.