the drapery of frigid winds loosens its grip on the world and allows light to linger longer, saturating further the colours that are ready to brighten
climate coencides perfectly, as if a conciously chosen metaphor for new beginnings and the hatching of the unexpected.
memories of past years and how these lengthening days were spent, gazing upon the dozens of windmills upon the lake, continually moved by the summer air, with pages filling and turning almost as frequently;
un-learning the hurried scamper through condensing breath and re-learning the pace of summer strolls with relaxed breaths becomes the lesson of the day
the warmth of springtime showers’ chill as the smells of memories flood the brightened air erases all time
half of the beauty of the present is the knowledge of what these days have become in the past.
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