On A Bench At Kaisaniemi Park

A white, calm scene, 
unsaturated.
Birds sliding on the ice, 
slippery.
Rolling trains noise behind,
soothing.
A freezing wind, 
softly speaking.
My senses gently caressed, 
never assaulted.
My inside is at peace 
with the outside, and I 
become one with the sight, 
the sound, the scent,
the touch so gelid.
I am part of it 
and it is part of me,
perfectly balanced,
homeostatic.
No pressure to achieve 
or to appear,
just be in this place and time,
here and now 
and nothing more, 
in the chilling cold.
My take on Dolce Vita,
man and nature 
entwined.