Renewal.

There is something about this time of year... something that brings fourth feelings in me that are nearly impossible to describe. Feelings of focus, of purpose, of growth and of focus that begin now and last throughout the winter. It is somewhat like the inverse of the seasonal cycle I live in. As the world around is growing cold, as the flora begins to die and the fauna begins to sleep, it feels as though some resolve in me is slowly turning into stone, and I grow stronger. I have so much inspiration to take on the challenges that stand between me and the person I want to be, and throughout the colder months the world transforms itself into my temple for training, of all sorts. This is the time when I am inspired to push my body further than before. I am starting new, more intensive work out routines, it is the time I hike for long hours through cold wind and before long banks of snow as the the woods become monochrome. This is the time when I read classic novels and the works of philosophers. It is the time when humor gives way to inquiry, when excuses give way to determination and when I shed my skin my summer skin and don cold stone as dwindling light gives way to the long, dark nights of winter. These are the days I most feel alive, and I yearn to loose myself under snow laden limbs. This is my renewal.