Its the end of December ,the sleepy brown woods seemed to have bowed down thier heads for the winter. Yellow and gray skies paint the sad skies today and i wonder if I'll ever get home. I looked out the window the snow falling down. The birds are waiting on me. singing in the blistering cold, wondering what thier going to eat. The wind is so cold like an aric ice burg swimming around in the sea !!!! ! almost like my heart but when you come in all you feel is warth from with in. God has painted the ground and the scenery is unlike a picture. It will not last forever , A new season will come and this will all go away and soon it will be spring. A new love ? A new life? A new bloom? New leaves? Warm Sunshine? Warm winds? Clear Skies? Warm Water? A New Heart? A new Friend? Baby Birds? And A trip Home.

I am a spelling nazi at times, but between the few errors, there is a nice piece of writing here...

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