It’s
so cold, why is winter so cold? A bird
calls some crazy rhythm , some crazy chirp, an embellished noise that slides
down a musical scale but, not one that I am familiar with and I can’t see him
anywhere. They hide so well and move so
quickly – phantoms of grace and swift release.
What about the Earthly colors of Alaska – why is winter so drab? Everything seems to carry a darkened tone,
fogged over, frozen and alone – even the people, the humans choose to stay in
their homes. And then there is
hibernation, the ultimate hide-away.
Winter is so rash; what if winter stayed? I imagine the insects, all micro-millions of
them, completely frozen in time, awaiting the thaw of Spring. How do their tiny hearts beat? Is it quick and rapid or slow and very
few? You can’t hear a thing, you can’t
feel a thing, you would never know that an insect is near you.
Climate.
Climate determines insect type and population – the same could be said for
people too. You don’t see many
butterflies in Alaska do you? If I
wanted to be a butterfly where would I move?
And the tress when they freeze! Oh how
must it feel? When all the veins and
juices just harden and all the leaves peel away, fly away, fall away, and
shed. Just another ring on the old post
eh? But, the trees they stand so tall
and so strong and they whisper to us “We will keep you breathing so you can
keep on believing that one day you’ll be a butterfly.”
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