We're in the thick of it, the misty grays of winter. They roll in every year. They make the cold days colder, and for those who love and worship the sun, the separation can be excruciating.
There's peace in the mist, a stillness as if the clouds lower just to give rest to everything below. Sounds are dampened just like the light of the sun...it's filtered, smoothed, muted. The humidity surrounds you, it covers everything, encases all it touches in a frozen cocoon waiting for warmth to make it disappear.
Venturing out into the haze can be problematic. It clogs the lungs, limits visibility, and leaves surfaces slick with ice. It's as if nature warns us to stay inside, light a fire, and warm up chocolate in a mug. If you're lucky, you've got someone with you to enjoy the "hyggeligt" night.
As with all things, the misty grays of winter are temporary. Soon the earth will move, its tilt allowing the sun to warm the ground and the air above it. The mists will disappear like ghosts in the night. The sun worshipers will rejoice and those who love the cold will lament the passing. But all will know that if you wait long enough, the misty grays of winter will return. They always do.
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