Winter is my favorite season. Soft snow clings to barren branches and satiate the sky the same way roots spread through the earth. The air is quieter, no birds chirping or bees buzzing, just the biting wind against the evergreen trees filling the air like hollow whistles.
I love the winter for its comfort too; the drinks to warm up blue fingers, the sweaters, socks, and blankets piled high. Yet, winter is not only snow and granite skies, we also wear winter, from our wool to our cracked knuckles, from knit scarves to the blades on our skates, we wear winter.
MFM 
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