Winter Sun


Beams of warmth stretched out long.
Piercing through only on the coldest of winter days.
Glistening off the frozen earth.


The source of life in the North.
An open sky like no other season, crystal clear and shining.
The softest of blues.

All of these cold months are not dark, but interspersed with brilliant light.

Bringing with it hope, and new sight.
Washing away fear, bringing life to a barren landscape.
Turning the snow to crystalline magic.

How I love the winter sun.

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