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The Season of Night

I pause in my thoughts as I look out the window to see the first snow falling softly from the sky.

The cold north wind blows; the snow starts to accumulate and form sculptures of fine artistry. 

Each snowflake is created in its own unique pattern of heavenly design just like each one of us.

A solitary cardinal soars through the flakes and rests on a snow-covered limb of the old oak tree.

He seems to watch the snow falling along with me and I am in awe of his eminence and beauty.   

I watch as he fluffs his red feathers, struggling to stay warm and it makes me admire his strength.

As the hours pass, the snowflakes start to dwindle, and I step outside to greet the cold new world.

The deep snow crunches with each step I take; everything else around me is so solemn and still.   

I can see my breath in the air and even though the cold fills my lungs, I embrace this sensation.

I gaze up at the night sky to see that the clouds have parted with stars shining so crisp and clear.

The curtain has been pulled back on stage, and the play begins with night as the story unfolds.     

I think of how nature prepares itself for sleep, but it will awake again soon, very soon to new life.

This is the season of peace; it is the Season of Night.

Toni Stratton

Lindale