The Flow State Of February: A Snow Moon Morning

 A February Walk Journal Part 1

The highest state of being is flow state

Soul Immortal

Well, hello, February. It’s a new month, and it seems like the longest January ever. We were hit with one of those once-a-decade snowstorms that I was just wondering when it was coming. Are we due for the big one soon?

 It came. It came with a force to be reckoned with, too. We are all dealing with the aftermath. The snow can be so beautiful, but it also can be destructive and inconvenient. I’m making the best of it and being patient.

I wasn’t even planning on walking this morning because I was going to walk inside, but my city block was next to get the snow dump to come through and remove the snow the plow pushed onto the sidewalk. So that they could do their job properly, I moved my car onto a nearby lot. 

Since I was dressed, I decided to go for a morning walk. I had a 47-minute podcast to listen to from my favorite content creator, and when I went out to move my car, I saw that enormous super snow moon in the western sky.

All of the ingredients were lining up to create this cold Monday Morning recipe. It’s something about the beginning of the month. I always seem to catch the frequency of writing one of these journals.

While I was preparing to go out, I stepped outside onto my rooftop, which looked like an untouched skating rink, and I just marveled for a moment at how the moon lit up the snow, and I even took a picture of it to capture the moment. These journals seem to write themselves whenever Luna is watching over me as I walk on my familiar path. 

What was unknown was all of the gems of wisdom I would get from my brother, Soul Immortal, as I walked. Five minutes into my journey, I was already typing quotes into my notes app. Quotes that aligned with where I was mentally, spiritually, and creatively.

In this moment right here?

I can’t think of a better place.

Now I just want to dive into that majestic cotton candy blue and pink sky

As I sigh

Then, once again, at that gigantic full moon, guide me on this cold morning.

The air feels frigid and

The snow on the roofs of houses complements Luna

Well.

These paintings before

My eyes had me compelled.

To write and share this wintery journey with you.

 Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV

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 All photography by Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV

A Gentle Sunday Rain

A FlowState February Journal Part 2

2–22–2026

I’ll be honest, I haven’t had a walk in the rain this euphoric in a long time. The rain poured at the perfect tempo. Not too hard and not too soft. It was just right.

This Sunday walk is a rare one because when I get off work on Sundays, I come home, take a shower, get into my most comfortable pajamas, binge-watch something on TV, and eat a delicious Sunday feast.

What was different about this rainy walk was that it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t had a disappointing walk in the rain on Friday. On Friday, the rain was a little heavier, but I had waterproof covers on my walking shoes.

The problem is that the rainproof covers have a zipper, and I didn’t zip them all the way up. Halfway into my walk, rain and moisture invaded my shoes, and walking in the precipitation with wet feet is not comfortable, and it takes me out of my watery flow state.

Well, all wasn’t lost because I recorded a close to 20-minute recording for my podcast. When I got home to listen, I was very pleased with the sound quality. I was about to copy the transcript to another walk journal, and I renamed the file to distinguish it.

While I was deleting another recording, I made a mistake and checked multiple files instead of one. My heart dropped when I deleted my walk recording in the rain. I loved it.

I went to my A.I. assistant to help me recover it, and it did everything it could, but I found out that if you don’t sync and back up because of privacy issues, the recorder app deletes, and it wasn’t recoverable.

It hurt me to my to lose that audio. I was proud of it, and I wanted to share it. Once we went through the troubleshooting process, I surrendered and let it go.

The good news is that I gained a new drive home in the rain, recording and two amazing flow state walk journals that I wasn’t expecting.

Sunday was the Gentle February rain, and Monday was The Fearless Flurries in the Sunshine. I didn’t lose. I gained more, and I’m grateful.

It was a serene Sunday rain

The calming drizzle

Felt so good on my skin

This dreary afternoon walk

Was a FlowState February

Moment that I found

Myself

Where disappointment ends

My joy will begin

I feel so much contentment and peace within

I look into the black pools

If reflection

As they look back at me

Yes, I’m still attached to my job

But today in this experience

I feel so free

Just me, a pluviofile

Who loves this weather

This gentle downpour

Has once again awakened

A lover of walking, art, and life

A poet in the precipitation.

Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV

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Fearless Snow Flurries in the Sunshine

A FlowState February 2026 Walk Journal Part 3

You know, after one of the worst snowstorms in about ten years, so many of us in the Mid-Atlantic region were over it. At the end of January, we got a significant winter storm that dumped about a foot of snow on us.

That 12 inches wasn’t the issue. The freezing temperatures for the next two weeks made it difficult for the mountains of ice to melt. Plus, I park behind my building in an area that my neighbor and I shovel ourselves.

We waited too long to shovel because the bit became difficult once it dropped below 13 degrees. In all, it was unpleasant until at least Feb 14 Valentine’s Day, and then it started to thaw.

Now here we are, on February 22, and it snows again. Since the temperature is higher, the main road I live on just melted into the asphalt, but the grass and the trees were covered with fluffy snow.

Not too bad. I still had to shovel, but it was a lot easier. I was still quicker and more diligent in removing the snow before it had a chance to turn into ice.

After I finished cleaning my car off, I went into my house and got my P.O.P. PRESENTS windbreaker and my Bose earbuds. 5 minutes later, when I returned outside, the weather was heavenly for me. It was a frozen oasis and a winter land of wonder. A serene snow quall I found myself in the middle of.

I decided to get my Bose earbuds because I had some music to listen to. The aesthetic was perfect. When I began my walk, the wind was either blowing snow off the trees or flurries were blowing horizontally across my jacket and into my face.

All of this is happening while I’m listening to the vibration of an amazing song by a group called Father of Peace. The song was bluish. The sun was shining through the barren tree branches as I walked to the rhythm of the bass, drums, and guitar. It was a moment of flow state. Close your eyes and imagine thi

A poet, music producer, and a landscape painter who has painted winter scene murals in that moment that I just described. God put me in a living painting of sight, sound, smell, and touch. I keep saying to myself, " Is anyone else experiencing this, or is it just for me?

Lord, do you love me this much that walking outside can feel this joyful? Even if the snow had exhausted me, the sun was in the sky, penetrating the pale clouds to comfort me and let me know that everything was going to be alright. What phenomenon and sight to behold. The snow and the sun work together in harmony.

I’m happy that I documented this with words and photography. I don’t ever want to forget it, but I know more shall be given to me. It was such a gorgeous, awe-inspiring, and uplifting walk.

My feet and the snow provided the motion while the sunshine and music made me feel the emotions. I was wide open. Open to receive His goodness, grace, and I walked my face on my divine path. A purposeful pace.

Putting on those Bose earphones was nothing but faith. Why? I’m very vulnerable outdoors when I wear that, because the world is silent, like the void of space. It’s so isolating that it’s scared me a couple of times. I stepped out fearlessly on my adventure today. Trusting my senses, discernment, and the voice of the Holy Spirit.

I remember many years ago, I allowed myself to be vulnerable so a young lady could love me and touch me as no one else has before. Were the stakes high? Was the heartbreak devastating? Yes, and I would do it again. We weren’t afraid to laugh with and love each other. I felt alive with you.

I wouldn’t be so sensitive to art, my imagination, emotions, and the vibration of music, if I didn’t allow myself to skydive, rise, and soar in love with you.

I’ll close with this. I enjoyed listening to some great tunes as snow flurries kissed my skin and the sun shone on my face. I can’t think of a better place than here and now.

Fearless Snow Flurries in the Sunshine

A FlowState February 2026 Walk Journal Part 3

All photos below are original photography taken by

Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV

Smelling the Atmosphere, Learning Nature’s Language

January 2026 Walk Journal

The snow purifies the air.

Pastor Sonya Marie Jones

1–2–26

Sometimes nature is louder than the audio I’m listening to.

Walter P o.p. Matthews IV

Happy New Year! It’s 2026, and I had planned on walking on the first day of the year, but God definitely laughs at our plans. When my body is tired or resisting, it’s probably not meant to be.

It was 5:00 in the morning, and it started to snow, so that would’ve been an excellent time to walk and bask in the winter wonderland, leaving a thin dusty covering on the pavement, the grass, and the trees.

Again, I wasn't feeling it, so I decided to relax on New Year’s Day. I then spontaneously watched an episode of Oprah’s podcast that really addressed spiritual hygiene and cleansing, and it was so appropriate for starting a fresh new year.

If I had walked, I would’ve missed the on-time gems of enlightenment that not only blessed me but also passed on the link to my Mother, and when she watched it, even pivoted her onto a new path of purpose.

She’s taught me from a baby to an adult, and she’s not too prideful to learn something new from me. That’s why she’s still growing like a tree planted by the water. Now I’m going to get into why I chose those two quotes, with the first one from my Mother, Sonya Rie.

The snow purifies the air

Pastor Sonya Marie Jones

When we were talking about the morning snow, when she said that, it made so much sense to me. Just stepping out on the rooftop and taking a deep exhale, I felt the purity in the cold air.

We’re currently in a time when there’s the typical fear-mongering about a “new” super flu. I’m so used to hearing people talk about flus and sickness when it’s cold outside.

Germs and sickness come from not washing your hands and, most likely, from closed, warm spaces. It’s nice to hear something innovative that makes sense for a change.

My Mother’s quote was the poetic foundation that I needed, which helped me write this journal. This innovative woman has been adding to my imagination and creativity since she took me to see Star Wars as a child.

Now on to my personal quote, which summarizes the theme of this walk journal.

Sometimes nature is louder than the audio I’m listening to.

Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV

I woke from a solid night of good rest underneath my projected earth on my ceiling. I was ready for a new day, but still uncertain whether I would walk because I had to take care of some business early.

When I stepped out onto my rooftop to check the weather, I looked at the clouds, smelled the cold air, and felt a green light in my spirit to take a walk. It’s a confirming feeling I didn't get on New Year's Day.

It’s like nature speaks a language that is becoming clearer to me. I have conversations in the sanctuary of stillness. When I’m in rhythm and harmony, I get all of the benefits of a creative flow state.

So I bundle up and head out on my first walk adventure of 2026. I feel so rested and energized and I walk a quiet neighborhood that’s still taking advantage of sleeping in on a holiday break.

I put in my earphones. Turn on my walk tracker. Then turn on the audio of one of my favorite content creators. Usually, I take all of the awe-inspiring pictures around me. It was something different this morning.

My focus kept shifting.

As I walked, I kept finding myself having to rewind what I was listening to. Why? My ideas drowned out what the speaker was saying. I couldn’t contain the army of lightbulbs that were lighting up in my head.

Then, for the first time on my walks, Mother Nature, aka My Outdoor Canvas, spoke to me in a clear, calm voice. She said to me, "You won’t be needing to listen to that. I have another channel for you today.”

So I took my earphones off. I then put them in the charging case and tuned into the frequency that was suggested to me. It was an abundant ambient soundscape. A serene symphony. A Sonic safe place. It was all I needed. It was more than enough for me.

The Twilight, The Horizon And Perspective 

A clear, cold January walk Journal Part 2

As I stand on the top of the hill in one of my favorite deserted-feeling neighborhoods, blocks

Seeing the horizon on a clear morning from the perspective 

Or being on top of a mountain 

Looking at the beautiful valley is awe-inspiring 

There’s nothing in this world more beautiful 

Than a sky at night or in the morning 

Free of clouds.

There are just fading stars and planets, gradually fading into the blue void, and I see a layer of orange covering the curvature of the Earth. I see why wealthy people choose homes in the hills with those views, where they can see as far as the eye can see. 

My Mother has a wealthy mindset because she chose homes twice that offered views that sparked both of our imaginations. The first time was my senior year of high school, when we moved to an apartment complex deep in the woods on the 3rd floor, and I remember how peaceful it was to look out the balcony window.

Watching the trees sway would put me in a state of euphoria. Then, years later, I moved into my first place, and she moved into a house in the same neighborhood I’m walking through right now. She can sit on her porch and look at the valley of f trees and homes in the neighborhood.

 The sunrise looks so epic coming up from the east. So standing here on this cold and crisp morning at the top of this hill overlooking a twilight morning of blue hues and bright orange, I had a moment of stillness. 

A moment of peace. A moment of vision. A moment of a dream of a grander way of living. I saw a new perspective. I saw a future me standing at the apex of my land in the hills. Looking at the valley of my past and remembering all of the steps of a path that brought me here. 

The Footsteps of Frozen Fresh Water

 An immersive snowy walk of living poetry, sound, and photography. A late January walk journal, Part 3

In everything you’re doing 

composing

Brianna Wiest 

Salt Water

When I stepped out into the snowy oasis on this serene

Saturday afternoon 

I couldn’t help but think, while in the midst of the snowflake covering my dark clothes, having me look like a walking universe, that there was so much layered art going on in real time. 

Why does walking in the snow feel so poetic to me? Is it this type of weather my flow state? So many ideas are activated when I take sacred snowy strolls. It does something that I can’t even explain to my soul. 

Maybe my connection is being that art student in high school, working on my first painting, which was a winter scene on a farm. I remember how immersed I became in the scene I was creating. 

So much so, I didn’t know where my world ended and that snowy painting began. I took so much pride in my teacher teaching me how to be detailed by putting snow on each branch. 

When my work was done, I wanted to dwell in the place I created. All of these years later, every time it snows, I feel like I’m reliving that experience. I just don’t have the paintbrush. Someone else does now.

There’s an artist creating this world on this living canvas. I have a ritual, too, when I take these types of walks. I listen to one of my favorite books in audio form.

It’s a book of prose and poetry by Brianna Wiest called Salt Water. Her words are the soundtrack, and this winter wonderland is the movie. That combination always seems to soothe me.

We are a symphony of vivid imagery and thoughtful sound. 

My footsteps provide 

The rhythm on this icy path on the ground. 

Looks like heaven’s salt is seasoning the earth.

I feel so alive in this moment. This is my flow state. 

My secret place. 

Snowy, serene scenes, saltwater, and a poet in motion

We are a trinity in a constant state of composing.