Winter. Pale, cold, desolate winter envelops the land. The sky is pale, clear and bleak. Snow covers the ground like a cold, white blanket. The world seems devoid of emotion, except for perhaps despair and a soft sadness. Tall trees stand twisted and bare, stripped of their colorful leaves. There is little sign of life in this silent winter wonderland. Solitude. Hibernation. Retreat from the cold despair blowing across the snow covered hills. Retreat from the loss of beautiful, brightly colored leaves. Retreat from this season of sorrow. The stark beauty is too much for my heart to behold. Retreat within. Seek solitude. Life renewed. Hibernation.
velvetknuckles:
Yep. Understood.