Winter Solitude
As I watched the winter sun set in the distance, I realized that my love for life is slowly starting to come back to me. The silence that comes with winter is louder than the crashing of waves against rocks on the shore. A winter’s silence fills one’s body as the cold air bites at the skin. It’s a silence so pure that it clears one’s mind of negative thoughts. A relief washed over me as I was filled with a moment of clarity. I am letting go of the painfully tight hold I had on the reigns of my life. I am going to let life take me where I am supposed to go. I know that I have finally found peace within myself as I was able to watch the fading light of a cold winter’s day and smile to myself. I smile at all the pain I let go of and the new adventures life will bring me.
Life is an amazing gift that everyone is privileged to have and if you stop trying to control it, you will end up where you are supposed to be. People have made great feats and discoveries in the coldest of winters. In the cold winds biting at the skin, the trees stripped of their leaves, the shortest of cold winter days, and the crystalline ice that cracks beneath our feat, there is peace. There is life waiting to renew in the warmth at the first signs of spring. Some say that spring stands for rebirth but winter brings about a sense of renewal. Winter purifies the air, the mind, the soul…
Heather
Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer. ~Plutarch, Moralia
