Today found Winter clinging to every last bit she could, refusing to let go of the grip she had on my toes. I am so tired of being cold, weary, and of coming home in the dark.
But on this day, when Winter was hanging on for all she was worth, her genteel sister crept out from behind the veil where she was hiding and whispered. As her breath hit the air, it warmed slightly. It was as though she were timid and not ready to be seen in large gatherings, but still–I caught a glimpse. It would seem she took a little walk and left in her wake her dainty little footprints in the form of the blossoms that bowed and nodded as a gentle breeze wafted through–the pink a shade of blush or bashful, I couldn’t be quite sure which.
In the air, all around serenaded her, trying their best to convince her to stay as the birds sang their songs and frog music played in the background. Even the sun put on a show for her before he headed for bed, inviting her to stay over and continue her visit tomorrow.
Ahhh, well, as the sun parted company with the sky, and all grew dark, I knew she had left us for a bit, uncertain if the timing was right or not. As my soul thirsts for bare feet and warm grass and the kiss of the golden sun on my face, I do hope she will feel more at home tomorrow. Or the next day. And maybe she will set up camp and plan to stay for a while longer than a day here or there.
I’ve missed her.
And all of her lovely and gentle ways.