those days. those short, cold days. they're creeping back into my veins. winters frost is slowly coming home, killing off everything in nature... except my spirit. i find my solace in these months. with the days shortened and the temperatures lowered, we are silently forced indoors. we hold tight to loved ones and early morning dreams, not wanting to leave home and face the world. i wait with baited breath for springs first blossoms, but i relish every moment of the icey wonderland that awaits me this season. so many chances for so many wonderful things to happen. the holidays, the smiling, the laughter, families. the togetherness. the appreciation.
the love.
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