Brisk

"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone."
Audrey Hepburn

Restoration at it's best

While I don't normally enjoy winter, I have been internalizing the cold and the snow better than past years.  It feels like a beginning, like the world is being cleansed and restored.  The beautiful death of autumn occurred and now the Earth is soothing the loss and brittle wounds with a spontaneous remedy that no human can truly recreate.   

I can appreciate the beauty of the ice crystals clinging to the barren fingertips of trees.  I can acknowledge the fact that time seems to freeze along with the ground.  I like the feeling of brisk air, fresh in my lungs, stinging the path it follows in the most satisfying and rejuvenating way.  I sense the slow simmering excitement crackling in the air as the season of giving approaches.

I feel like I've been revived, not fully charged, but I've found my path out of the numb abyss.  I feel like creating and doing and seeing and exploring.  My ambition pulls me, my creativity soothes me, my writing grounds me, my art frees me.  I'm being stretched in a way that doesn't tear me, but work out the kinks of my soul.

Winter may not be so bad, after all.