Ice worms

I don't know much about ice worms because I never spent time at the top of the earth. And I'm not sure of the bottom. Researchers find the colder it gets, the more active they become. So... what do they eat, and what do they do? Of course all things serve a purpose, but what is theirs? What is mine? The thing unusual about these worms that look but don't act like earthworms is at 40 degrees Fahrenheit they melt.

Again a new day, to count in a life filled with wonder, excitement, knowledge, stories, love, a mind free to roam as it will with little restrictions from within. Emotion seems to flow from the cracks in the early morning clouds.

Reflections of the coming of the golden light. Such beauty speaks of heaven on this side of the morning, of a world filled with such delights. I always feel blessed by my creator -- my mother and father and their creators all the way back in man's history to our origins. Back to the dawn of the birth of a species. Of a universe. Such a lovely journey with the promise of another.

The golden light reflects off the thick white clouds of morning and filters softly through the window of my world into my eyes. The trees on the hill sway gently and the multitude of leaves each do their individual dance to the new day.