It was winter.
NO, It is winter now. The thoughts come.
Another chilled night in front of the computer.
Writing thoughts down that fly from my mind to the keys.
I feel winter's presence around me I feel it everywhere.
Though wrapped in a blanket, there is still a lingering chill,
It fills me to the core, the sounds of Gackt, being blasted from my computers speakers, Does not drive it away.
I wonder is it my soul that is chilled?
I was born during a blizzard does that make me winter's child?
The song has changed to a Loreena Mckennit.
The Banks of Claudy, STILL the chill is there.
My soul yearns for Spring when the sun is new again banishing away Old Man Winter, but then I wonder...
Will winter's touch ever leave Winter's Child?