Winter.

Winter?
Is it winter now? I don't rightly know, daylight saving arrives in 2 days, Sunday it is.
It's a Friday and it's snowing, and it looks just like winter. Everyone here wakes up to a snowy morning. Those who stayed though the night might have caught the very moment the first snow flake appeared.

By the windows, I saw a garbage truck with a man working alone on the hydraulic controls, perhaps later he will have to send the collection by himself. There were puddles collected the rooftops and roads. Murky and fluid as they seems, perhaps it's not winter yet.

There has been a set back to my well-being in these days, most probably due to the fluctuating temperatures, or maybe there was viral flith in the air? For one week I was not in pinky and rosy cheeks. There was some coughing last night, and becames sporadic ones today of not many, but harsh coughs.

And thus I skipped classes. eeekkkk ! :P



Thank God that I can enjoy those magnificent songs of praise in quiet today. It is called invigoration if nothing else by listening to those singing. I wish I could be one of them, giving my voice to appease the Lord of every firmament in the universe. The week's clutter of my mind seemed to come to an end as the singing continues. Such clutters was debilating to my focus. Perhaps I can hope for better concentration over this weekend.

The snowing has stopped, maybe the collection of ice crystals on the grass and trees wil be gone tommorow? I seems to long for the beauty of snow and permafrost to set in, yet the greens and flowers seemed so comforting. Everything will have it time I think, there will be time for the land to sleep, and to bustle. Still, my work does not stop. There is so much to be done over the winter, and so much to anticipate when spring arrives. Hopefully, as I always hoped, I have grown over the winter.

Mmm...perhaps there is a lot of empty talk this time. Still, I find the peace from writting these words. Not a lot to share at the moment. Everything seems to go in wonderful cycles, and promises of miracles are often found, here and there, in the tiny parts of this cycle. Perhaps as it goes round and round, it may erect a tower on it's own. Mmm....here is the aprt where one may ccease to read on. There is no need to read on, I have no more to share.

May God grants his abundance on us all, in nomine Patrii, et Filii, et Spiritus Sanctii, Amen.