The cold morning is a harsh reminder of the winter that has come. Your pale fingertips and smoked breath dare a bitter enemy of the warmth that has gone.
Once lively and pastured, a frozen landscape of white snow and gray sky mutes cries in the night, with lonely silence of no birds and no whispers of goodnight.
A reminder of mornings to come to face the cruel challenge of survival and will beat the freeze. Frozen awakenings are stern teachers of patience and skill.
They teach that the cold morning is nothing but a hidden beauty of frost and ice. It is a secret friend of fire and spice.
Frigid means no worse, it is a new beginning of hope and light. The cold is a fresh opportunity for courage and of fight to beat the days ahead.
Once accustomed, winter’s freeze is a simple challenge. Awake, assess, dress warm, and step into the silence and bitter cold. Slowly, soft snowflakes enlighten the mood making the winter mornings nothing more than a moment of reset; a moment that will never take your peace, but rather engrave a challenge to come of.
