When Winter Comes

There’s a chill in the air, a crisp and cool kiss to the skin. Enough chill to nudge all of your body and senses awake without needing caffeine. The leaves are hanging on some shifting to orange unsure of whether they will give us a Fall show this year or if all at once they will just let go of everything, sleep for Winter and start new in the Spring. As they rest their counterparts on the opposite side of the world spring into action taking over for a time. Even the trees know the importance of self-care we humans never grasped that. In truth, when looking back on history we worked, most against their will either by demand or command, not a lot has changed.

The daylight is getting shorter, darkness takes hold, the cold stark shadows driving us inside along with the cold. Winter is coming sooner than the Calender says, nature doesn’t answer to man-made constructs. Nature has its own rules or no rules, I have never been sure. The night sky seems more clear giving way to sights unseen I would like to think it’s because of the shift of darkness but truthfully it’s less pollution as people stay in more. I have noticed more in the sky lately, more ufo sightings in our area, not unusual for this time of year, the reason is unclear beyond fewer observers. If a ufo hovers above a town and no one is there to see it, was it ever really there?

Before long the green miles of fully dressed trees and all the greens will fade into naked brown silhouettes. White blankets will cover the ground as far as the eyes can see. Nature giving us sparkling diamond ice as consolation for the barren landscape. Creatures slip into their warm homes unusually quiet. Silence echoes no lullaby from crickets, no chorus of frogs, just quiet. The silence settles in for at least six months. People go mad in the silence and in their homes. Fewer distractions and noise to drown out the thoughts, fewer places to run from the problems pushed down deep in your mind. Suddenly left to the words your mind echoes relentlessly until you listen. Winter is the season to work on things so that you can also begin a new again. Inner reflections and epiphanies are yours for the taking, whether you want them or not. Time to weed your gardens.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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