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Life IS history in the making. Every word we say, everything we do becomes history the moment it is said or done. Life void of memories leaves nothing but emptiness. For those who might consider history boring, think again: It is who we are, what we do and why we are here. We are certainly individuals in our thoughts and deeds but we all germinated from seeds planted long, long ago.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Wintertime vs. Winter Time

Here we are, the last day of January: the 31st day of the year in the Gregorian calendar, 1/12 of the year gone, 334 days remaining until year's end. Winter is in full swing, especially for those across the country who are amid severe weather outbreaks or horrendous blizzards. Visions of hope for an early spring have already begun buzzing around in their heads. That implies looking ahead wishing time away, packing up boots, heavy coats and jeans replacing them with flip flops, tee-shirts and shorts. 

Ah-h-h-h, the essence of time. Time can't hold us down but moves us forward, keeps us on our toes and immerses us in memorable scenes of the past, present and future. It is our best friend, often our worse enemy. We have too much time on our hands, not enough time to do the things that need to be done or just barely get by as time flies without warning.

Winter time is slow time...avoiding driving in the fast lane, pausing for a hot cup of cocoa, stopping to warm by a fire. It is time indoors more than outdoors, more time to search within, quietude without the blossoms of springtime yet within thoughts of a balmy sunny day! 

Wintertime is the coldest season of the year for most parts of the country, some being milder than others, some being beyond any reasonable perception of cold. Winters come, winters go. They will always be a part of the cycle of life beginning a season of dormancy awaiting rebirth. Yet, within bleakness lies a pristine side of Winter. Mosaics on frozen ponds and lakes stretch outward in all directions, cracks and crevices revealing life thriving underneath. One tree hangs on to its leaves while others stand barren baring scarred limbs naked to the earth and sky. Gone are the plush and green replaced by shades of gray often covered in blankets of white.

We live the Winter with thoughts of "I can't wait until Spring arrives!" Thus, when wintertime arrives, do we simply wish away the winter time?

Animation of snow cover changing with the seasons
Source: en.wikipedia.org

Wintertime vs. Winter Time

Winters of the past
Aged not forgotten
Images frozen still
Long ago begotten

Time within winter
Slowed to a crawl

Breaths unlabored
After toils of Fall

Winters of the present
Snowy fields impart
Stormy times ahead
Yet stillness of heart

 Time within winter
 Spans hours inside
 Hopes and desires
Lay calm fireside

Winters of the future
What truly lies ahead?
Without needless worry
Living the moments instead

Time within winter
Ensues time well spent
Without a single moment
Wond'ring where time went

Wintertime, any time
Past, present, future
Build upon images
Visions that nurture

©2014 Sharla Lee Shults