Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Dry Cold

I love the dry cold. I love being able to smell distant snow on the breeze of a silent night. I imagine that I can hear the gentle crackle of a wood fire and smell its charring. The sound of leaves blowing across the pavement - skit-scurrying.

There is peace in winter. When nature sleeps, and for a time, forgets that it will be reborn in the spring.

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