November 27, 2012

The Endless Cycle



 
He walked along with the snow crunching under his boots on a crisp February night. He stopped to look at an evergreen covered with a freshly fallen snow, seemingly frozen. All was quiet, motionless, seemingly without life. Yet, he smiled knowing that underneath this blanket of foreboding snow, there was fragile grass, waiting to come to life with the spring thaw that was sure to come.

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