As the season changes, I am reminded again of the many memories I have of the years past. Although I always enjoyed the warmer weather of summer, fall and winter are times at which I become alive. The crispness of fall, with it's chilled winds, and colorful leaves, inspire me. As the winds of autumn ruffle the leaves around me, I sit and write, dreaming of fall days of old. My favorite days were the windy ones, blowing across the dry fields, whistling though the trees and touching my hair, reminding of the coming winter. Bringing out the Christmas music was always a big event, loving Christmas as I do. The cheery Christmas music filling the house created the cozy mood of autumn.
Then came the day when the sky released it's lovely creations, snowflakes. I vividly recollect excitedly pressing my nose to the window, watching snowflakes fall from the sky. The lovely whiteness would soon cover all the ground and trees, beautifying everything it touched. We would go sledding, playing in the snow, laughing together in joyous celebration of new season. When we came home, rosy cheeked and cold, we would warm our hand around the wood fire, drinking hot cocoa and telling stories. The stars always seemed brighter when it was cold, winking and smiling down at us from their lofty post. Dreams were formed there, gazing at the stars from my bedroom window, dreams that I dared to dream in days gone by. Dreams that I still dream today.
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