She slid down the curvaceous mountain,
trailing her hand in the snow,
until the toboggan came to rest
at the foothills.
she traced the steady trail
where the sled has passed,
cutting a line down the slope.
There is darkness in the ultra-white
of the snow, hidden between sparkles of light.
High up in the sky, the sun arches
its trajectory like a slow yawn,
spreading out its expression over the whole face.
Together the sun and sparkles shine
and questions happy to remain questions
dance between them.