I hate winter. I hate the cold that seeps into my bones and cracks my joints; every movement aches. I abhor being constantly cold. I hate how the plants die and the leaves lose their grip and fall to the ground to be crushed under foot. I hate how the color seems to bleed from the sky and soak into the earth with the frigid rain. I hate how the air stabs my lungs and saps my energy, how the wind whorls and whisks my words away on it’s frozen breath. I hate the depressing gray colorlessness the world outside my window becomes.
But
I love the way the air smells. How I can feel it crackle with suppressed power as it slices down my throat. I love the scent of snow, how you can feel it before it comes. It tastes like silver in my mouth; zaps my brain into quick focus. I love the silence that presses in on my ears, the way I can lay back and hear the breeze stroke the grass with frozen fingers. I love the ice the coats the world in the mornings, clear and clean and crisp. I love the effervescent snow that blankets the world in tranquility.

I really don’t like cold weather, and though some aspects are nice…if I ever happen upon Jack Frost, I will undoubtedly become a murderer.

....Sorry, I needed to rant somewhere about the nasty weather!


I know that it is over,
When the world is cloaked in closure,
When children sleep and grown men weep,
And the battered ones move closer.

When silence presses in,
And the glacial bitter wind,
Is slicing through your bones
And you’re freezing for your sins.

I know that I have made it,
I know that I’ve been strong,
When I hear that parting note:
The Twilight Bird's Song