Deep inside the midst of Winter; amidst the freezing and
complaining, I often tend to forget to look outside
and ignore the beautiful shades of Winter.
The coolness of the white snow and blue skies. The beauty of the bare
stark tree limbs against the wide open skies. The glistening of the crystal snow
as the sun glistens off it.
The quietness and stillness. The exhilaration as the
coldness steals the breath from my lungs and leaves
behind a fulfillment to live life to the fullest
each and everyday. To look around, touch the
snow, lay down and make snow angels, run my fingers
across the coldness of the steel tomb and wonder who
might be sitting there beside me. Feel the sharpness of the
wind as it whips across my face and listen to the wind shake
the branches to their core. I sit there.
Until my fingers are so cold I can’t feel them anymore.
XOXO