Even as the weather grows colder, my heart grows warmer. Never before had I thought that I'd feel this way. The days may seem shorter, but they are filled with so much more than I ever thought possible.
It's days like this where I like to look back, and see how far I've come. The foot prints behind me have grown clearer, more sturdy. Although there were a few mountains I had to climb, it's as though I'm walking in an open field of the purest of things.
The wind is so much warmer than it used to be, even though some sharp gusts occasionally pay a visit, I'm rooted deep now. Only a true force of Mother Nature could uproot me in the slightest.
As I look into the distance, all I see is possibility. What will I do? That I haven't decided, but I know that no matter what it will be something that matters. Maybe not to the world, but to myself. And that's the thing that matters to me now.
It's like the first day of warm weather after the snow has melted, you can still feel that it was just here, but it's only a small lingering. Soon to be a faint memory. What to come, will be the warmest, a season of change, a season of growth.
Although they are behind, I won't forget the cold winter nights, but I know that they are far away and cannot touch me. They still matter, because without them, I would never know how good the warmth can feel.
Comments