The first minutes of the year
two thousand eighteen.

We are still in our teens
passionate gamers
do not care to grow up
but already like
kisses and hard liquors,

already ask,
What is the origin of laws,

already lost
the belief in exceptions,

still taking literally the tale
that another set of universes
exists and maybe based
on different virtues
and better rules.
And even if
we could not be part of it
it is still the place
to escape to in dreams.

Waking up to the laughter
of my friends,
to the children's voices cheering
the year 2018,
to the smell of coffee,

I do not think yet
but I feel the dry air

and a piney smell
of the cabin
buried under the snow
somewhere on the bottom
of the big hill

in the woods
with two types of bears
(Not sure which one
is more dangerous)

and a fast creek,
wide and loud mix of
sleet, water and spray
that runs between
boulders and logs
covered with layers of ice
like a cake in the lace
of a winter forest.

And snow is already falling.