Winter used to be a season that I dreaded because it was visually desolate with:
- Bare naked, dead-looking trees.
- Gray, gloomy skies.
- Cold, bitter, freezing air.
- Dark afternoons that close up the day way too soon.
Enough reasons to dislike at least 4 months of the year.
With you gone, this season has a new meaning.
Winter sometimes mirrors how I feel on the inside.
Winter is an outward expression of my inner reality.
At least parts and pieces of my inner reality.
The gray days give me the space to pause and slow down.
The visual promptings of winter remind me to hibernate with warm memories of you and wrap myself in my love for you.
So you see, the skyline shifts – the naked trees no longer appear dead – but sleeping.
They are simply resting and waiting to be born anew in Spring.
Just as I wait and allow myself to hope.
No. Another word is needed.
Having faith that an eternal Spring is on the way where I will see you again.