A cold drizzled night. Stars reign supreme. Distant skies illuminate layers of earth. The clouds float and fade over the moon like wandering spirits. Is the night ill? Does it suffer?
Fast approaching winds shriek through towering pines as the night comes alive. The elements overwhelm me. This night enhances and confuses the senses.
The winds taste of bitter tension. You can smell the cold. The silence has deafened out all noise. A dull rigid stillness sets through the body. The darkness remains.
Allow the sovereignty of the night to deepen. What can it teach you? Its dominion is neutral yet powerful. Do the howling gusts weaken your will, or challenge your might? Do the winds strike your veins with cold fire and ignite your spirit? you find solace in its temperance? Its ever changing dance?
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You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
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