Winter Writings: Day 40

In frigid winter, while the land is bound in muted tones of brown and gray and the seas in angry purple, life freezes still. But warm in a nest of rich dark soil, the seeds of spring gather strength. Soon the earth will burst open and sing in the bright colors of life reborn. Even the daffodils are readying to launch a thousand yellow suns to light the way to summer. But for now, it is enough to once again feel the heat of the sun on my face.