I'm not really sure why the cold makes me feel so dark. I drive down the roads towards the freeway for work, and look at the world around me. The grass pale and ghostly, the weeping sunflowers blackened, and corn crops dry and white. The dusty snow melting on the side of the curb, with an eerie cold fog covering the horizon. The sun becomes darkened, with an overcast of skies, and mountain ranges covered by a sheet of cotton. A mist of greys sprinkle to the ground. Winter is such a miraculous season with the celebration of Jesus' birth. The new dawn of a New Year, while starting over again, renewed, or recommitted, a time so valued and cherished. But everywhere around me...I can't help but recognize the frost of death. Weird...I think. To see all the green and color go. For a portion of time, I suppose. Almost like we must embrace death and birth in all the same season. But more importantly, a new beginning. It may not be my favorite season, nonetheless...it p