Winterfire

​Walking through ice and snow on the darkest and longest day of winter is like walking through a world barren of life and warmth.

Leaving foot prints in the fresh snow that has shrouded the meadows and trees overnight, every single step you take is a step no one has taken before you. The path is yours, entirely yours alone, every breath you take breaking the silence like thunder. You are leaving footsteps for others to follow, easing their journey.

​Whilst you are walking through the cold, the dark shapes of trees that have shaken off all their leaves are greeting you. You feel the winter sun on your bare skin, caressing you. The voices of crows and ravens are answering the sound of your breath. 

One more step.

And one more.

And suddenly, you feel it. In the center of your heart, there is an ember, tiny, yet as strong as the winter sun. With every step you take through the desert of ice and frost, it is growing stronger, every breath nourishing the spark that has been lit inside you.

You look around and there, you feel it. The same ember, the same spark, the same fire in every tree, seed, stone, speck of dust, every being around you. The fires of winter no ice, no snow, no frost has ever been able to extinguish. There is no ice that cannot be molten by it, no frost that can withstand it. For winterfire is everlasting, hope eternal. 
 
You are winterfire. Nothing is impossible.