as the days grow shorter, my mind begins to wander. everyday stresses slowly give way to the carelessness of winter. the cold air clears my mind, encourages deeper and more creative thoughts. this is my time to shine, this is the start of something special.
i sometimes cannot help but mourn his loss. where once he was sheltered, now he stands bare. so alone, so unphased. i can only hope to one day achieve strength such as this. when one appears so close to his end, i imagine the only consolation comes in the steadfast belief of the rebirth the future undoubtedly holds. we're not so different, him and i. not so different at all.