The name of the game is Eco-Living; the obstacle, Winter. She is harsh, but I do not blame her. This season never sees fresh green meadows polka-doted with flowers. Nor does she admire young life wobbling through an awakening forest. All it knows of these joys are from the falling whispers of Autumn who only hears the story of a first flight from the fading heat of summer. The challenges that this quarter carries do not need to be mentioned, but it is not surprising that her symptoms are called fridgied. However those who resist her don't feel her, they just judge her as cold. Through her and truly, winter brings a simplicity that gives an opportunity for the imagination to be the hero that slays the beast 'till spring.
...this night I spoke out-loud a stream of improvised pros...
...this night I spoke out-loud a stream of improvised pros...
The flickering light lets the wood crawl free over the walls. The air so cold even the candle glows blue. Relaxation courageously comes and the calm breath begins to synchronize with the slow bounce of illumination. And when smoke rises from the wick my eyes bat closed. Finally I see the lantern that will reveal our ways.
Compliments to the frost bitten vision of Ash
