I am doing my best to be present and conscious of the winter months, not just ignore them and wish them away.
Everything is brown now, the last dry leaves are falling to the ground.
The earth is going still and dormant.
We are still outside playing, we are still striving to find beauty around us.
We are still dreaming of taking flight,
leaving the cold behind and stepping out into a warm moist world
we still are wishing, wishing for the ocean.
We are also being,
surrendering to November, here, in the plains near the rocky mountains.
As they say in Panama:
"Everything is just for a time"
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