What I love about winter and fall is that you can see the bone structure of the landscape. The trees are not hiding beneath a layer of green or trying to out number the others with its colors and flowers. They are bare and exposed. There’s something beneath it, like a book with an underlying meaning or a subliminal metaphor, the whole story isn't explained. Some is left for you to tell.
However, the cold seems to bring out an incongruous effect in people. While our bodies go numb our minds take the feeling, long lost in our toes and fingers, and our emotions go untamed. Depression, anxiety, and eating disorders all go up as the temperature lapses. You can see the twists and the intricate, obscure, unsolved, twisted branches that make up the skeleton of human existence underneath their patterned and ornate leaves.
Maybe we’re feeling all the things we didn’t while our bodies had sensory overload in summer; with all its colors, sounds, and smells. Aren't our eyes just there to see who can see beyond them? They're just another world interpreting tool. Not the only one. Or maybe we weren’t made to withstand the deadness of winter. Maybe we were meant to fly south with the birds to avoid the grey skies they way they do. Or maybe even dream those days away like a bear. Our skin and our bones we're meant to last through this bleakness if a damn bears wasn't.
But as far as I know, I’m going to live through this winter.
So bundle up your fridged frame & make sure no inch of your skin is showing. Pour something warm down your throat to thaw your stomach. Dream of better days, ones decorated with life and hues. Or wonder if the grey skies and the polar air will allow you to rid yourself of the vanities of life and discover what’s true.
The unadorned and unclothed framework and barebones of life.
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