Drabble - Winter
They were each yin and yang, each in turn, passive and aggressive, receptive and giving, fickle, yet steady as the tide. Like the bright-lit moon in the night, or deep shadows on a sunny day, they were a part of one another, dancing around themselves, turning day into night and night into day, one nonexistent, impossible without the other.
And so the seasons of life and love danced along with them, each emerging from the previous and gently turning into the other. Winter, a time of potential, awakening emotions that lay dormant only to emerge and bloom those first heady days of Spring, before gracefully bowing to smouldering hot Summer, as they learned and burned and grew indelibly into each other’s souls. Autumn came, crisp and clear as metal, a time of reflection, a time to reap. And so once more to Winter, formless and silent, a season to just…BE.
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And so the seasons of life and love danced along with them, each emerging from the previous and gently turning into the other. Winter, a time of potential, awakening emotions that lay dormant only to emerge and bloom those first heady days of Spring, before gracefully bowing to smouldering hot Summer, as they learned and burned and grew indelibly into each other’s souls. Autumn came, crisp and clear as metal, a time of reflection, a time to reap. And so once more to Winter, formless and silent, a season to just…BE.
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