THE TURNING POINT FROM DARKNESS
Winter has arrived. The vivid reds, oranges and yellows of autumn have faded into shades of black, brown, grey, and blinding white. I can only reminisce as my gaze lingers on a photo, taken from the last Autumn evenings as I harvested the fallen leaves nature left behind. Last morning as I watched my partner scraping the ice formed overnight on the windows of his car, I was visited, again, by a rising melancholy. As the end of the year and winter approaches she comes to see me often, sometimes staying for days. We sit together quietly, sometimes she watches…
