Twinkling snowflakes dance in the air translucent against the bright sun.

Ne’er a cloud in the sky and yet here they play,

Lifted by the breeze that nips and stings.

Cardinals sing beckoning sleepy ears to perk awake

That stretch and yawn in their earthen beds.

The earth is cold and barren but the fire begins to spark

An ember signalling that life will spring once more.

We walk in the potential of this fire.

We breathe in the crispness of the air.

We absorb the dampness of the biting wind.

And yet, we feel the fire beginning to glow within.

The spark of creativity once again being born.

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