The fingers of the naked trees reach up to the cold, blue sky. Birdsong has been silenced; the sounds of children at play in the park has lessened. Winter is approaching. And, with it, the desire to burrow into one’s home. As the fingers of Old Man Winter creep around buildings and humans, animals hibernate. Smiles are hidden, as are the joyful gaits of those who enjoy the warmth of the summer sun. Yes, winter is approaching and, with it, the retreat into oneself.
Do you enjoy the approach of winter?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2016