When Winter Comes

I always love the rain, the pitter patter of water drumming softly on the roof top. I love the rain, as it caresses the leaves and flowers with its softness leaving drops of crystals at the periphery. I love the rain, but not the one that makes me shiver in fear because of its accompanying winds. 

But the winter, though no snow, brings forth a melancholy vibes in my household. The garden for one is no longer vibrant. The yellow flowers that radiantly bloomed are long gone and the plants and trees are now in standstill. As if a magic wand envelopes them in sleep after long days of activities. 

I don't see anymore of the fluttering butterflies nor the hopping birds scooping worms from the ground. Less are the bugs that give colours and movement in my garden. All had gone to sleep.

The life in this egg is now in its own journey.

Stagnancy is reflected in the pond's water.

The hummingbird abandoned its woven nest.

The leaves, fallen. The trees, in rest.

We can't be always cheery and we can't always be positive. There are days of fear and days of worry. But just like winter, it is a passing season so as the feelings and emotions life brings. For some winters bring forth coldness while some winters of dullness. The winter of our lives should be a mindful time for rest and reflection. It is a time to slow down and recharge for spring.