Arctic blogging into the day. Sun rise, sun set. Moon rise, moon set. Yoga pose - yoga goes. Fly south birds, for winter has arrived at the door step. Winter has arrived in my heart and onto my cold toes. Stoke the fire and let the logs burn down to heat me up.
The yellow leaves have fallen, turned to brown. Frost makes the leaves loud as my brown boots step toward the driveway. Harvest moon waxing, thoughts turn white with snow flakes dancing.
The river of time doesn't stop for me or anyone else. In the darkest months, on the coldest days - beneath the frozen river, you will find flow.
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