Winter

Breathe rising from my nostrils like curls of smoke from a chimney.
Making little clouds and rising through the air in a silent symphony of light.
Wind brushing my cheeks in welcome.
I close my eyes and breath deeply and smile.
The crisp smell of winter greets my senses and I feel good.

Once, in less enlightened times, I hated winter.
Death and cold and sadness overcame me.
Now, what once I saw as death, I see as sleep,
Cold is freshness to me,
And sadness turns to joy.

I love the blowing snow.
I love the way the wind picks it up and how they dance together for a time.
I love the smell of smoke.
I love the wood smells that rise from the houses and the way it makes me feel at home.
I love coming home,
After being out in the cold beauty of the day,
And being with my family that I love.

I love winter.

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