Slow morning with the woods around me white and the wind whipping up the fallen leaves as I relax listening to some opera while I gather my thoughts.
I truly do love winter. I love the smell, sounds and isolation warm inside my home. A new 1,000 piece puzzle is on the dining room table. Quiet reading. Quiet house.
We have now arrived into the black and white colors of winter. The skies stay grey for days. The sun hides. The stark bare trees sway with the wicked winds.
I sit at my desk in a foggy mood. Little energy to move, or get away from the computer. I need this time to communicate with myself. Alone.
I need to search deep into myself and think of the last year, and start to plan the upcoming year that will be here before I blink my eyes.
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