Its never really much of a winter around here...but sometimes as the year draws to a close... the temperatures come off and yes...while there is not much of a physical semblance of the change in season... seasons are changing in the mind.
It gets cold...and difficult...walking the streets...hounds of winter calling out... the wind dances ...and there is a need for the wood fire...a hot glass of cocoa...
Reverie takes on a whole new meaning...sometimes progressive...sometimes repentant... sometimes expectant....there is so much subtle undercurrents...they never boil... they cant coz its cold...but you can feel them ...so many of them
I think, one hears a lot of murmurs for hope... almost as a desperate need shouting out.
Its the only reliable warm blanket for our mind...it may not change much, but sure can keep one warm ....for the time being.
I'm not sure many times what to make of the quiet cold.... there is a lot of indecision amongst all the ponderings...its sometimes almost like a stausquo situation. I yearn to know a logical conclusion...then I think sometimes its best the way it is...not knowing could be good enough .
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