This is appropriate, I think.

"I've noticed that winter has a feeling of its own.

It came from looking out of the passenger-side window while the black silhouettes of pine trees soared by and the spread of stars in the clearest of midnight sky stayed stationary behind them. All at once, as if I were hovering over those trees, I felt the mystery of cold.
It's being out at night and seeing everything so clearly because even the air becomes more pure and crisp. It's seeing your breath against a dark navy background, a kiss on the cheek that warms your entire being. It's feeling the sting of the wind on your face, and still insisting on staying outside.

As I look at those trees and their midnight companion, every thought and memory of past seasons comes rushing back. Every shade of blue and gray, every time my fingers would tingle from the change of numb to fireplace, every sound, every smell. All of these things exist in the season that chills us most, yet still bring their own indescribable warmth. Winter's feeling itself is just that, indescribable. Too many aspects, too many images, and too many sensations enter my mind in one second of thinking of winter to possibly be described in full bloom.

I am ready to wake up to cold mornings where the sun shining from window to carpet is my means of warming cold toes."

Lessons Learned and Re-Learned

Recently, my life has gone topsy-tervy. To say the least...

1: I have learned that sometimes the story is so long and overwhelming that it is impossible to tell... but that's ok.

2: Some people are so precious to us that we cannot stay away from them even if we try... and that's ok, too.

3: God knows my heartaches and concerns. He hears and understands every sigh and every confused thought. He is the one being that I will never have to worry about telling my long, overwhelming story to. He already knows. And he already has everything figured out.