Winter Has Its Motives
Cold feet Cold feet, cold hands Cold feet, cold hands, cold nose Cold feet, cold hands, cold nose it’s too cold to relax, too gray to hope for any sunshine, and Spring too far away to remember the sounds and the colors of warmth. There is a deep chill returning to this land, and this year it seems a little bit colder almost cruel and calculated. This is not the kind of Solstice we’ve come to expect with gifts, glowing lights, and well-wishers singing of peace and joy. We may be cold. We may be tired and trembling. Yet even during the deepest and darkest night of winter, there is a seed glowing with us that will blossom into Spring. Winter has its motives.
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