Winter Wild

Deep winter. So cumbersome and heavy and thick, digging into earth and bone alike. It clouds your brain and eyes, it muffles your senses and gnaws at your deepest flesh. Winter is a test we must all endure.

But the world must sleep. The trees must rest, the soil must heal, it cannot always be growth, growth, growth. We that do not hibernate see a world of stillness that the sleeping never will, and perhaps, on good days, our minds can wander these lands undisturbed. There is always time spare in winter, but the snow and ice make it hard to find use of it.

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