The cycle of seasons is a harsh yet unavoidable one- each day paves the way for the next, the earth revolves in circles and forces the tides to wash away what is left on our shores. One day you wake up to rays of yellow warmth and the next the unforgiving cold wraps you in its paralyzing grip. 

Something we often take for granted is the beauty of our world, because it springs forth without our conscious need to control it. Each day something beautiful grows from this earth, it's springs into life and tells us subtly that we are and never will be truly alone. 

It's winter already, the biting cold bears down and sends shivers throughout my body. I wait for the sun to come once again...