Winter
The cool breezes blow in the winter rains that pelt down hard upon the nearly frozen
grounds. Gone from sights are the colorful hues of autumn. The trees stand now bare
before nature. As does life that awaits the warmth of spring. That frozen rain slowly turns to
snow as it piles upon the inches that fell as ice. This is no normal winter storm that has us in
it's grips. Lights fail as the ice break the lines that bring such to them. Bit by bit we are
taken back in time to when life was much simpler than before. Until then we all wait to see
how long it takes before there are signs of life again. For now that old man winter has us in
his mercy.
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