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As fall fades away, winter is slowly approaching, and my wings begin to grow
Like a bird, I, too, fly south in the winter
Tonight, when we got home, we had a fantastic sunset. The sky was a perfect pink, setting over the goat’s house.
As we drove home, I noticed the leaves that were once a faded green are now yellow, red, and orange. The air has a bit of a chill, a bite, to warn you that summer is long gone, and fall will be nothing but a brief hello and then goodbye.
The animals are growing in their winter coats, which they shed earlier this spring. We may all be preparing for hibernation and the long winter.
I have always romanticized and fantasized about living in a place where, when it is winter, I can go inward and forget the outside world exists.
As much as the animals get fluffy for winter, they shed it again in spring. Except in today’s world of the modern age, winter is nothing but a season, and the only thing that changes is how many layers we have on.
I do not enjoy winter, but I enjoy the fantasy of it, much like a relationship.
I enjoy the fantasy, but I prefer to let it pass through like sand when I have it in my grips. I prepare my wings to fly south as they prepare for the long winter.
