The coming winter

With the advent of the cold, I begin to dread the winter to come especially the cold mornings when getting out of bed even to relieve myself is a struggle. With the advent of the cold, I begin to look forward to the winter especially to the sudden shock of the cold air to my face and body and the stark sensation of being alive that comes with it. With the advent of the cold, I find myself overwhelmed with bittersweet thoughts and sentiments of apprehension and aspiration....apprehension about the short days and long nights and aspiration about the season that follows. With the advent of the cold, the dying leaves and flowers become magical expressions of their rebirth in the afterlife that is Spring and Summer and I find my rhythm, my pace, my creativity, my passion for all, and everything, and everyone....because I know it will pass and the days will become longer, and my body will be heated by the sun's fire, and the Aegean will be beckoning me again and again. With the advent of the cold, I have much to look forward to in spite its discomfort for I know it burns just as much as fire and if it is respected equally it will provide the solace and comfort I seek.