winter

The sun came out to dance away the rain today.  There is warmth that comes into the heart from the rays of sun; somehow things aren’t as bad as they could be, and more often than not a little bit of grace comes upon our lives due to the sun.  While the sun is giving hope to those in need, there still is the underlying admission that, yes, it is still winter.  The brief reprieve of the harsh reality of the winter’s cold is refreshing, and as the sunsets we are brought back to the reality of the season. 

            The night will still contain the moon, stars, and the visible breath while the winter is upon us, and there is magic in the stillness of the winter night that is only available during this season.  The day is short and the night quickly eclipses the warmth the sunlight brings.  The horizon is filled with purple, red, maroon, and colors left up to Monnet’s imagination, and when the colors cannot become any more vivid—dreamlike—they are washed away by the black night sky. Some nights have the moon and stars to guide insomniacs and dreamers alike, yet we are all connected together by the magic that escapes the black void of the night.  The freedom that is given to the imagination during the night has been, in the past, condemned to a mere side note of the transpiring intricacies of the human psyche; alas, the running of the imagination gives birth to art, true love, hope, and introspection in ways that can only happen at the midnight hours of a cold winter’s night.