12/03/2025
Here it is, yet again.
But, I feel a difference.
I notice more.
I take delight, again.
I take flight again.
The crunchy sound of my steps,
The bare crown shyness,
The soft warm light reflecting off the white beds,
The rhythm pattern of shoveling snow.
'Are you romanticizing winter?!', you ask shocked.
'Yes, yes indeed, I am.', I say with a surprise smile on my face.
'But it's all dead!', you say.
'Is it? Or is it all just resting and waiting to blossom when the time is just right?', I continue smiling holding on to hope.
-Sachita
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