The out doors has grown less harsh, more friendly. As if I walk out the door, into the arms of a warm friend that envelopes me.
I don't need all the protective devices once necessary. The times of living in perpetual cold and longing have passed. I've cast off the old and the useless. There is nothing left to hide from or be afraid of.
The storm has passed. I am alone, on the rock.
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