Winter
Originally published on January 08, 2006
Winter is soft white crystals plastered on the window pane.
It is a whirl of ice crystals and biting wind making the cold silence even more unbearable.
It is a frightening image that brands your memory and looms until it is pushed out by spring
It is a bride waiting forever for her wedding day.
Winter is a bang of a firework that freezes everything in its direct path.
It is chills running up and down my spine.
It is sleepy silence.
Winter is cider and hot chocolate warming me.
