Counter World Clockwise

“Of the life, you’ve hidden from me.”

                                    Sara Adyms - “Sanctity”

The sun is out again; and I am thankful.   The bitter chill of winter hangs heavy sometimes, strangling the energy from our bodies until we are left an empty shell of what we would like to be.   The white clouds are nearly transparent and yet so easily seen from where I sit, watching them; thin wisps of cotton-white to replace the overcast blizzard of dull grey.  Dark blue patches can be seen in places and there is more silver on the horizen, but we could all make due with this day of sunshine.

Be aware of how fragile things are, how quickly they can vanish, and how impactful they truly can be.   Dare to be what your dreams ask of you, or learn the taste of regret when those days are suddenly past; as you realize the days that have redeemed now outnumber the days you have left to spend.

Living is an artform; do not ignore the canvas.

“I always wanted, that myself.”

                    Tori Amos - Winter

The sky is clear and still, beautiful with it’s blue winter haze and brilliant sunshine.   There is life among the death of winter; for is not really a death as much as it is a patient slumber.   The bare branches hold gems of green inside of them; they wait for the bitter winds to warm so that they may no longer seek shelter inside the calloused skin of tree’s bark.  Beneath the dirty snow, marred by footprints, exhaust fumes and the daily spoils of our world lies grass and flowers, longing to lift themselves towards the warmth of our sun…but yet, they cannot yet; less the cruel chill of winter slay them outright; shriveling the fragile skin bruising the delicate flesh and winsome petals.

Humans are but another season, rotating through the hardships and beauty of each one; sometimes unable to appreciate everything that exists within it.  Sometimes though, we just need a reminder.