As I look out of my window, I take special notice to the falling snow blowing in the wind. Light and airy, just big enough flakes to be noticed but not big enough yet to begin any real accumulation. Its the kind of day where a warm coffee, soft music and a good book could touch your soul.
That is why, on this particular winter day, I decided to pick up my journal ive yet to write in in so long. Its been months since I have, to the point that not only was it a literal different season, but it was a different season of my life. I call this new chapter 'Winters Passing'. I haven't wrote much today, but the fact of the matter us that I did. Its something. Its small, but just like snow, enough little things can cover mountains.
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