It was cold in the forest. I could see my breath. Winter has been playing tricks the past few days, darting away to give Spring some space, then creeping back to surprise her back into hiding.
I am in two minds as to what I want from the seasons. Part of me wants the snow to last forever. For the ice to make the way slippery for the rest of time, and the snow to continue to muffle the sounds of the world away from the trees.
The other part of me wants Spring to come out, brave and bold and beautiful, and bring with her the clean scent of pine that I have been craving for many months. The scent that the snow has been keeping to itself.