Pellucidity

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I love the clarity of winter

The clear skies,

The crisp air.

Everything is cleaner --

White snow and leafless branches

 

When spring comes, clarity becomes euphoria

The births,

The dirt.

Everything is new --

But new is not always clean.

 

Then summer.

The heat,

The sweat.

Everything is dirty --

Nakedness is not always clean.

 

Eventually, autumn arrives.

The falling leaves,

The death.

Everything is dying --

And death is never clean.

 

This is why I love winter --

The cool, clean, clearness of winter;

It seeps into the mind.

 

You are born in spring,

You are lost in summer,

You die in autumn…

But you know who you are in winter.

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