Frozen canopies penetrated the bright sunlight and bathed me in partial warm sunlight of new hope.
Distant church bells and hymns pulled my legs out of the forest of doubts.
Cold streets with bustling folks, lit up by neon lights of trust.
The exquisite smell of fresh baked cakes, the melody of happy giggling children and the tears of joy of distant loved ones hugging each other, brought the flavor of love in the cold bitter air.
This season I am ready to drown the ashes of past self for which I have lamented days and months.
With the snow of courage and the melody of the holy hymns, I carve a new me.