The winter months tip toe in as if dancing to a timid harp, as if it takes time for those colder months to gain the certainty that their time has arrived.
The winter months come to reduce the world to an etching of summer memories, a sort of celestial sonogram, promising the new life that will be born to the spring sun.
Winter months soon come with a welcome slow tempo, as if nature's orchestra has taken the time to rest and resonate in subtle mellow hues.
These long winter months I have developed a quietness within, one that seems to have taken inspiration from the frozen earth and readied itself for a brand new and warmer season of growth.
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