I am drowned in thoughts scraping winter from the driveway, while tossing back and forth moody emotions; trying to find balance between my head and my heart.
The rhythmic motion soothes me, I am less agitated by my doubts and fears. Yet, still drawn to the tug and pull, lost amongst pain and joy.
My melancholy subsides, when oncoming sounds turn my attention heavenward, where I could be found gazing at seven swans flying north into grey skies and blowing snow. I stand in awe as they captivate me with the whistling thrust of their wings; drawing me from my stupor.
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