The days are dank and gray and misty, much like my mood at times.
Autumn begins with a vengence with dampness and darkness.
The precursor of winter, icy white, frigid but at the same time magical and pristine.
Icy fingers grip the trees and mist swirls among the limbs. You can see your breath eventhough you can not feel your fingers or toes. The ground turns white and slick. From inside your cozy home it is so beautiful and mystical.
Spring comes softly into summer then it begins again. It would be perfect if the beauty of winter could be soft and warm like the summer. |
