Winter danced its ending tune of the season last night. Pounding it’s icey hand against my window, it’s frozen breath seeping in through every nook and cranny. I didn’t say good bye, I hid my head beneath some blankets, and whispered good riddens, for fear my benediction might in some way anger, old winter to wrath, tightening it’s grip, when I so long for spring.
Odd isn’t it, through every season, as time progresses we look forward to the next, in anticipation, as we loath what we recently could hardly wait for. Human nature I presume, always wondering what’s next? Losing interest quickly, but for the most part always looking ahead. A good thing in so many ways. But sometimes we lose sight of each gift, humbly laid at our feet, for us to notice, or step over.
In its own way, winter gives nature a time of rest, as each season offers a helping hand to the next, in a form of unity, that we as humans could learn much from.
Our minds pass over the kind words, or tiny smiles, that are actually balms to our souls, remembering mostly the wounds, the frozen vast. We cannot have one with out the other. In the end, winter is the sacrifice, melting its life into the ground to feed the hungry growth, to give life. So you see, the cold seasons, are there to make us feel the warm ones. In life our souls slumber through the pain or hardships, waiting for the balm. But it will come, it always does, and though we cannot see the reason as clearly as we can judge the seasons, there is a reason none the less.
Hold tight to that blanket, it is your comfort, your promise, that no matter what, there will always be a spring. Maybe in the form of a simple smile or kind word? Life always has a way of unfolding…
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I know what you mean. It’s strange. But I never really look forward to winter ever lol. I hope spring comes soon