The Wait

The Wait

Waiting for winter.

Waiting for snow to fall heavenly silent, just like it used to in my childhood.

Waiting for the stillness of a cold winter night – that feeling that the whole world stalls and that time has stopped, forever frozen.

Waiting to see that soft shimmering, crystal-like reflection of street lamps onto snow.

Waiting for purity.

Waiting for harmony.

Waiting for the end of all these silly ego clashes.

Waiting for people to be kinder to one another.

 

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