Winter
In the middle of the darkest night, I make a surprisingly large and boundless entrance. Mercifully fleeting swirling pattern with swift and icy, horrible in some places. constantly change with the environment, never the same but always changing. With moving winds and howling sounds Bringing low temperatures close to freezing point, covering the land in a pristine blanket of glistening snow as some snuggle indoors in comfort, asleep. I am never alone. My frosty white mornings bring tranquil calmness to those and countless creatures I embrace. Then silence is broken with the sounds of the crunching footsteps. On the frost-covered ground. With the energy of nature and the activities of humans, I host a unique universe of life.
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