A revoluion beneath the snow

My country has just come out of a revolution, cousins, friends and neighbours were in in heated protests,  my people's unknown future hangs suspended in the post-revolution smoke, while I stroll through breezy air and snowy hills. As thankful as I am to have been in Boston during these difficult times for Egypt, I feel more frustration than gratitude...Yet, while my Egyptian friends here cried, screamed, and glued their faces to the news, all I could do was walk and walk and walk; through knee deep snow and under frozen icicles that stop mid-fall, awaiting their fate with the same apprehensive suspension that looms in the heart of every Egyptian. My frustration and anger could only succumb to sparkling white, glowing frosts of snow layered like spring sheets. Walking in a world of ice extinguished my fiery chest... Just like those beautiful few moments between snow falling and snow melting, when the world is in a deep sleep beneath the white sheets, I realized the beauty of my country's suspension, it is at a stage where it will finally awake, and right now it exeriences a peace that has not been there for a long time. I thank God for sending peace...I thank God for sending snow.