Winter

Winter is a time of reflection for me. I enjoy long walks in the silence. The peace does my mind a kindness. In the cold air am allowed to dream while awake. I feel the crunch of snow under my feet. The lines of reality grow weak. My path is light by moonlight reflecting off the snow.

I find myself at peace with my troubles at such times. Not forgotten, not gone, no. My troubles are at the front of my mind, but i feel a peaceful sorrow. Like i could lie down in the snow, let it cover me like a blanket and go to sleep. Winter is the season of melancholy, of peaceful depression mixed with a warm blanket on a cold night.

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