| Winter is on her way, bringing the magic she carries hidden in the harsh, windy cold. I find myself walking along in the darkness, listening to the air crackle with the promise of icy fingers caressing my neck, slipping past the scarf wrapped around my neck.
I think back to when I thought winter was the enemy, filling me with the dread that my life was frozen in time, pain-filled from broken promises, broken dreams. I had stopped dreaming, stopped believing that there was more. Then late that spring a miracle occured. I found the part of my soul I hadn't known was missing. Naturally, I spent a long time doubting, genuinely positive that it was nothing more than wishful thinking. It's been a while now, and my soul, although lonely, is still complete. I no longer doubt its existence. Now I know that it was Winter who brought me that wondrous Spring. I rejoice in Winter's mantle, cleansing the air as it descends to blanket the earth, continuing to cleanse my soul as well... promises waiting to be born. |