The Dark Side of Winter

There's always a true night after a true day! Sometimes inversely proportional. Sometimes reflected and sometimes hidden!? But still displays the true beauty! When one could find the bright side then the one could also find the dark side. The cold Winter is a starkly beautiful season. With frosty mornings, bright, crisp days and powdery snow. Black are my steps on silver sod, Thick blows my frosty breath abroad, And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding cake.While in the secret dark a fresh snow falls filling our tracks with stars. Winter's Frozen edge has just been melted by summer's heat leaving bits of snow and ice clinging to the roads that filled the street and to the houses roofs that lined the city streets. It's the darkest and often the coldest of the seasons, but with chill and the possible snowfall comes the holiday season, and ample moments for cozy retreat and hibernation. It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold, when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. The softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon and the deeper it sinks into the mind. The shortest day came, and the year died, and everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, to drive the dark away.They lighted candles in the winter trees. No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes, And when the winter comes from, when the darkness goes. Layering all of your favorite clothes into one outfit. Hot cocoa, hot cider, and peppermint-spiced lattes. The night of the winter is something special that can't be described that easily. There are people who are Chionophile! The sky was overcast with clouds and chilly winds were blowing. The howling blizzard never skips its turn!. Snow is a blanket on the landscape. Snow is dancing as it falls. The landscape was pillows of snow. Winter stomps in on giant bear's feet and squats in the middle of your life like a belching guest who refuses to leave. This is also a new beginning or a shot at another chance of a pure darkness or the dark side! The charm of horror only tempts the strong.There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range. "That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching."