I use to despise winter's revenge upon my surroundings. The cold days would reflect the loneliness of my soul and the longings I felt would creep up and take hold like a hungry child.
This past week I have felt the ache of a friend not present. I wish I knew why that friend was not around. I do know I am not who I once was nor do I desire to be that person or act as I have acted before. I have no desire to be mean or to take revenge as once I have upon those who I have felt have wronged me in some way.
