December 4 – The Spirit of the North Wind
The air grows sharper now. Winter’s breath begins to move through the trees, and the cold carries a voice older…
The air grows sharper now. Winter’s breath begins to move through the trees, and the cold carries a voice older…
In the deepening stillness of early December, the world seems to hold its breath. The long nights grow heavier, the…
There is a rare beauty in the first frost, that delicate shimmer that transforms every blade of grass, every stone,…
When the wheel of the year turns toward the final descent of autumn and the embrace of winter’s long nights,…
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