Some winters kill

When the sun is bright, and the nights are long, we can all breathe easy.

Music rings about our every move, every smile, every dream.

But when the sun sinks to the South, and the nights become longer, we pull in close to one another.

The weight of the world comes down, washing our sins away, or blanketing us in slowness.

Where there was once warmth, there is now frost, snow, and ice.

During these long nights we long for the levity of Summer, the birth of Spring.

Fall has always been my favorite time. The change into the long sleep of winter.

But this coming Fall I will feel it differently, now that I understand that some winters kill.