There are times we want the vivid hues, the brilliance of floral blooms. There are times we seek the sanctuary of soft earthen browns and the flicker of fireside flame. And so, on this first day of winter, I feel my soul breathe and ready itself for rest.
The first day of winter comes as a robin's whisper, with the dance of birdsong notes and the lightest of carefree touches.
With delicate blooms of crystals white, with the conjuring of steel-grey clouds, the first day of winter comes as a promise and an open gloved hand.
The first day of winter walks in with a confident bold grace, a stoic mother, to tuck sweet autumn in for rest.
Upon this first day of winter, eyes warmed by soft brown hues, a newly cool air calls to each adventurous heart.
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