There’s something sacred about the winter
Looking out into the beautiful sky despite the pain
You’re forced to experience it
Power and delicacy
beauty is harsh that it can’t be captured
Only felt in the moment
Death and resilience
Shadows are painted with confidence
Winter knows what it is
The wind and sun are an unapologetic existence
As much as I would like to be warm, I think I’m like the winter
Or at least, I am for today
I’m glad I went for this walk
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be
Calla Bright Inman 