In the dead of winter

Snow On Trees

Cocooned in the dead of winter, I draw myself in and retreat from the overheated frenzy of the world around me. I do not slumber, I just step away from it all, slowly fading out of everyone’s consciousness. For the moment, I keep to myself in a secretive, inward reflection. I play in my mind all that has gone before, reframing the scenes of my experiences, because I know, when the sun comes out to thaw me in a seasonably warm embrace, I will be opened to my new self.


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