Cuddling puppies, warm blankets, a cup of coffee, clothes that effectively hide your fat, presents, cookies, cakes, jingles, fogs and in some luckier parts of the world, snow.
Winter.
Christmas.
New Year.
There's something special about this time of the year. The air feels fresh. Winter mornings offer you a breathtaking site. Dense fog, pearl like tiny dewdrops on leaves. A stillness around you. The birds take their own sweet time to come out of their nests. The sunrays touch your face, gently, very gently. Just to make you aware of its presence. Just to provide you with the warmth that you yearn for when the temperatures dip into the 10s.
That's winter.
The trees shed their leaves, animals seek comfort underground. The year's coming to an end. "How did this year get over this fast?", that's exactly what we're thinking right now.
We've reached the end of a book. But, there are many more pages to be filled, many more books to be written, stories to be created and shared.
So does winter signify an ending?
Nope. Look carefully.
It signifies a brand new beginning.
You wrote about it. Yayy! :D
ReplyDeleteIts beautiful. <3
Nice one Manya! Keep writing more....your fan
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