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Winter is in it's last days, but i still have the blues, as i get them every winter, more last year than i have this winter dead season. This winter was more than i wanted it to be, we had more snow this winter, than we got last year during this season of cold, short days, and very little sun, or sound of nature as most of the life was gone, or in dormant slumber, until the trumpet sounds for winter to relent, and die for another season, to waken the earth, and all of nature to rise and breathe again and to feel the warmth of the sun again. For the moment, we still have snow, this late in the season and the chill is still there not wanting to cease it's torture on us. Who knows when winter will end, or when snow will also end. It's been a long winter, but not as long as what winter was like last year, when i had to go into the hospital, for emergency surgery, and then to a nursing home for two and a half months, that was a bad winter. It was the worst for me and i hated every minute of it. It was pure hell, and not only the weather plagued me, it was the fact that i was in a hell of my own making, in that nursing home, i spent part of my winter season in, which was the hellhole i described it to be. It made winter all the more depressing, but then again every winter is a dead season that depresses me every year, with it's omnipresent silence and frozen dead landscape, of white. The scene is one that allows no living thing to appear to be living, but in dormant sleep, until the call of the trumpet to awake once again for spring and be resurrected anew for another season. But for the moment it's still and as dead as an abandoned graveyard with the spirits still wandering seeking peace and eternal rest, yet they still wander to find what they seek to find from the living they try to touch to communicate with in vain. They will wander as the lone crow caws, the winter persists gasping out it's last breath before spring comes calling forth to all that slumber to awaken and be born anew once more. Out of that frozen cold, the world itself springs to life again, but for the moment the earth struggles to breathe again after being dormant for so long in frozen dead slumber. Life is straining to arise from the dead winter sleep. It's the late winter blues and it has me in its grip still as i anticipate the real beginning of the spring to come that will bring the warmer days, now that we have the longer days back again. The nights will feel different under the brightness of the full moon, that heralds the dawn of the new spring season. I love the springtime but not the wintertime, because of the snow with the cold short days with nothing to look forward to, except for more bleak days of a season in death with barely any life, or sound of life in the air other than the sound of cawing crows, and whining gulls that are far from their normal habitat, of the seashore. Life is still until the first rise to life to face the sun as flowers break through the still frozen soil. The late winter blues still lingers, but spring is on the rise again fending off the spirit of winter for another season. That's why i don't really like this time of year, because it lingers too long every season. The lingering cold tries to hasten the beginning of spring by keeping the cold chill around longer than it's meant to be around, that makes the warmer days take longer to take its place as the seasons change from winter to spring. That's the season i look forward to every year at this time, anything but cold weather to make me feel good. Warm long days to take away my winter blues, i long for the days of summer. Winter is just too long a season to live through. Winter is the reason i get the blues, every winter season, so i try to live through it and look forward to spring coming again as it does every year. Until it does, i'll think of spring, hope for its early arrival to end another long dead season. As it does end the flowers, and animals spring again to life. It's that song of life, that sends winter back to the depths of limbo, where it came from, to stay for another season. But part of winter tries to remain, to chill the bones and the soul from within, to remind me that winter's power is all omnipotent in any season. But winter has once more been beaten and has to relinquish it's hold on the earth, as the warm sun warms everything up, making life reappear again, resurrected, reborn, to bring spring forth from the ether of eternity. Life is anew, and reborn, bringing beauty with it, for all to see and feel, for the new season rising from the old season, that brings happiness to the world for the Easter season to come. Playgrounds will soon be alive with the sound of playful laughter, of children filled with delight, over the days they once again can be outside.