You feel you are all alone
The white snow has a feel of grey
Tracks repeat their passages
You feel no one is even seeing you

Then there is this tiny thread
The one you want to hang on to
Something very strong made of purity and authenticity
Making the difference between free falling and hanging in there

This thread that look so delicate at first is made of the strongest fibre
It is made of that positive vibe of all of those who truly care
Balancing the few others who are just a bubble of toxic
And then naturally hope smiles at you and you smile back...

Namaste...