KapralPelikan

Cold marks a change in season but snow signals the coming of winter. The weather is chilly with each new day bringing a darker cycle of daylight. Most do what they can to fight off the cold, from warm fires to heavier clothing. The icy winds blow the ever-looming clouds around the cool sky. The moon looks even more bright as a source of light in this shadow fall of icy dustings. Even long after the sun had set, the illuminated beauty of silence covered the air.

This time is filled with carols of the past, sung by the happy fortunate. A few months of joy can be mirrored by the bitter loneliness. All need love and the longer days seem to make the lone shrink in cheer. Alone and forgotten, the merrier few seek these poor souls out. No one deserves to be a misfit used to the times-old traditions. Never far from help but out of sight from community peerage. Take a moment to share so that the broken don’t become lost.

Mortals cling to old memories of events that celebrate the end of a year. Looking back at all that was good and bad so that they do not repeat the sour but remember the sweet. Life is far too short to dwell on hate. Take this conclusion to evils as a step out of their influences. Look to the beginning as a guide to a proven solemn faith in what you accomplished. Make merry the battles won and the victory of another moment claimed.

The reward for living through hell is to carry on the knowledge that you were victorious where others faltered. Even if that came with a cost, you are still alive and here. Live, Breathe, Rest. Take a moment for yourself; hold it close and know it is real. Believe what you feel but not succumb to false assumptions. Find another to shine your worth. They will lift you when you can not. For this I wish, you to heal.