On a stormy break between winds
looking down the daunting pipe of
swirling snow, I saw that paying a
Peacock could grant me access
the stream of Olympic dreams.

I pursued my own when a kid, a
Junior Olympic gold around my neck,
but life’s winter hurls us toward
strange changes, some unwanted but
always what we need to win.

Their win becomes mine, I root
for athletes from my own region,
live vicariously and share in their
success that which I’d have done if
able, we support from afar…

Let no one downplay the charge in
winter one can receive, a warming
element like Letterman’s mom
reporting from Lillehammer or Snoop
Dogg, return winners ’80 miracles.

We are all connected is a concept
that warms us, the Olympics for sports
fans a reminder that there’s more to life
than petty wars and contrived strife;
sit still. Do nothing. Enjoy!

What did the skater teach us this year,
if not that to love what you do
and express that fully and freely
could be not only your peace of mind
but your piece of dangling gold?

Come in, do what you do – determined
and with balance. Establish your home,
then launch out for your prize, which
belongs to us all if you buy in to
the connection, so buy…

Cortina and Milan, moments of
warmth to distract from the cold and
cheer us in Winter dreams is the
Winter Olympics, not every year
although we wish it seems.

We are one with the sweater, chanting
our team’s chant, one with the mask
not chasing difference to lock down
but cheerleading and inspiring to
build up—whatever your background.

Lift off, capture the gold, give all
you got to winter blasts that help
us through the cold and even summer
lapse; this time was frozen in mine,
2026 the year youthful freedom shined.