Winter.
How can one word speak to it all?
The cold. The dark. Both - the lack and abundance of extraordinary color.
The sound of silence.
The snow falling.
The quiet.

Dishes are washed.
Laundry is done.
After all the fullness...it's feeling strangely empty.

For a moment the skies cleared.
The sun smiled...illuminating what's white and bright.

It's time.
It's arrived.
It's just one word.
Winter.