The winter stripped us to our bones, and in the fields we regrow in new cycles. I have moved four times since May. I have cast aside the throwing of bones to hope for precognition and faith in a certain future. I have questioned all the assumptions of my life and found the questioning fertile ground of new directions.
More simply put: this winter, like many of my friends, I went through a difficult breakup with a long-term partner, having found that as we grew up and into our adult selves and the pressures of professions, we no longer had the same things in common, and no longer shared the sense of adventure and the buddy system we had as children.
And so the winter came, and then it warmed and made way for new growth.
I choose to look at things my way, realistically optimistic. I dislike few things, really. Instead, I fill my shades of empty space with a healthy neutral ambivalence and scientific dispassion. And those things, like seasons, will often come and go, replacing themselves on their own accord as the sloughing of skin, leaving behind warmth and happiness.
Aiyami, and I can be no other ^_^