Here in the Southern Hemisphere it is winter, and what a cold winter it has been! They say that butterflies don't fly if their body temperature is less than 30 degrees C. I feel like a butterfly, no flying for me. I just flutter my wings ever so slightly. I am the most unproductive human being during the winter months, my body crying out in protest! I love summer, the warmth of the sun energizes me and lifts my spirit to unknown heights. Yet, the winter has a magical beauty to it. When the sun just pushes its face from under the nightime blanket its first fragile rays catch on the frosty icicles covering the grass and it glistens like diamonds. Foggy tendrils float above the water pond, and one can almost imagine fairies scurrying away before human eyes can see them. Although Winter is my least favourite season, I love the winter and I cannot imagine living in a place where there is little or no winter, it is as if my very essence needs this time of hibernation , of quiet reflection. Without Winter Spring would be less miraculous, Summer less abundant. In Life, too, we learn to truly appreciate the beauty of Summer, because of the winter. It is this contrast that reveals the beauty, the wonder and the joy of the good times. Winter to me is like the wrapping around a present. It excites me, because I know that underneath its cold layer, tender green leaves are waiting to burst forth and rejoice!! If you flutter by here, please share your thoughts on the Seasons with me, I would love to hear from you.
mooi!
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