In the woods,
All is silent but for the twinkling sounds of falling snow
Flakes descending, like crystals
They are bejeweled with angles that dazzle and delight, so delicate
Each one unique among millions.
And in the woods,
All is quiet but for the sound of my skis sliding across a clean slate of powder
Fresh tracks to follow, fresh tracks to create.
You can almost forget your worries upon waking as the day dawns,
and seeing the glimmering display of nature that makes the world seem new again.
In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float
Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions
The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun
Carried by the songbird’s wings
Through forests bright, caverns dim,
Flying in the wild wind.
Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said
And the light is leaving from your eyes.
Spring, my dearest, where are you?
I've been waiting for so long, yet still I'm caught in Winter's grasp, and I'm ready for something new
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This is the kind of winter we all daydream about in the summer, before we're in the midst of it. The kind without black-ice roads and a below-zero wind chill and gray slush everywhere -- just a quaint, peaceful, magical hush blanketing everything, snow twinkling in the sunlight. Today, you've reminded me to appreciate the beauty of the season.
Thanks you! I think we all needed a little positivity when it’s raining in January.
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