Fall is having a hard time leaving our little valley. I tend to understand - it can be easy to see such a beautiful place to lay down and sleep through the cold season to come. The oaks would never mind Fall's extended stay and I am sure that the pines and meadows would eventually come around to the change. Bright red leaves still hang like decorations on the maple behind my house and I can admit that the colors are eye catching to my soul
but
I am yearning for winter. I love seeing the skeleton of the world as the chill peels back all of god's manicured beauty. I think that you can find the fighters, the motivated, the alive and thriving easier in the dark of winter. There is no space for half-hearted warm-weather friends or weak relations. Celebrate celebrate celebrate the shortening days as a reminder to live life to the last drop. My nose turns red in the air and I am reminded I am alive and well as others around me bemoan the weather as a personal affront. Can't you see that in
winter
the world is telling us to be grateful for every second? Watch the snowfall and know that soon the days will be longer and wistful. For now hunker down and count the gems around you, count the shining sparkling moments that at other times you would pass over. Fall, please move on to the next valley. I need to feel the depth of my heart as the temperature
drops
and the world weaves a new skin to cover what has been exposed.
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