Friday, January 8, 2010

[Bottled up.]

For as much as I complain about winter...

(the chapped lips,
windburned cheeks,
frozen hair,
cracking skin,
uncomfortable goosebumps,
unsettling shivers,
crawling-out-of-the-covers-induced shock...)

[deep breath]

...every once in a while, a single moment has the power to silence me.

I am currently glowing with one such a discovery:
Sitting in the local coffeeshop, sunlight pouring in through the glass door, I am shrouded in gold, warmed by the long distance rays and the comfort of the
indoors.

Is there any other time when the sun's boldness is as engulfing?
Another instant during the year when sunshine is as cherished
as it is now?

The reflective snowbanks and their glistening sheets of ice.
The knowledge of hours growing with darkness.
The addition of color in an otherwise gray world...

It is in moments like this that winter becomes quiet.
And that quiet becomes soaked in luxurious beauty.
Steeped, seeping...
Winter.




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