Snow outside Zahav

The joy on your face
Transcended
the cocktails and the hummus
the drink spilled on my boots
and other various faux pas
we thought we left in high school
The complications of this situation
the false starts and creative endings.
The joy on your face
when the snow started falling
was its own miracle
boundless in its presence,
its here-now-with-you-ness.
Mouth open in wonder,
your eyes wide and glowing,
dusted with the reflection
of the sparkle stuff outside