What is winter?
Some say it is a period of loss. Some say it is a time of sorrow. Others confess there is no longing to be found in the cold.
But if the eyes are shut, one can see all the splendor of the infinite darkness.
The sun has departed, desire vanishing with it.
Now remains quiet serenity. Now is the era of the moon and grey universe.
Falling from the sky are droplets of heaven.
They are soft and sweet, tranquil and soothing.
The emerald earth welcomes their coming. It creates a sea of purity. The trees are frosted with the twinkle of life.
When the ground fades under dust the world begins to withdraw.
And now begins a time of tenderness and warmth. The homestead becomes a harbor. The hearth becomes a well of riches.
In a time where all fears are shunted aside, all eyes are turned to the sky. Prayers pave the way for miracles. All that can be heard is the song of rebirth and deliverance. The chance has come for all souls to be redeemed.
But as quick as the frost chills, the ice patters down. For a period, the universe comes to a standstill. All that remains is the chill that descends over the earth.
The songs of merriment fade into space.
The wind glides from the unmoving tundra.
The white waves of the earth are suspended in motion.
The time for action has passed. A single opportunity arises. The moment for reflection has come.
And, alone and vulnerable, standing upon the hillside of the universe with eyes shut, there is nothing left but the restful quiet. Stretching across the heavens, the greatness of the universe looms as a magnificent masterpiece.
And, soft and gentle, the stars drift down upon the plain.
