Winter had become her favorite time of the year; the cold, the paleness of skin
She often liked the early spring; the rain, the hope of sunshine it brought
Like her life, she understood that seasons have to change; the brutal winds to harsh sun, it’s the way the world just is,
Like her life, she understands that there will be cold evenings and the sun will always rise again,
Like the seasons, she has learned to accept the snow patiently awaiting the green…
Her Mind, Her Story 