Looking through to the other side...

It's happened. You don't need to know just what it is merely that it has happened. The turn in the stream has been reached and there before me, that archway.

Beyond it may be something better - who knows. I just know I have to pass through it - to get to the other side. To look up and see what may be the route out - perhaps to a sunnier, lazier river where people aren't so factious, so frantic. A river where the sun shines and the birds sing. A river where the light at sundown makes for a little Summer magic.

An escape from winter's darker, colder magic to a better place.

Now that would be good.

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