As the dark nights surround me, I succumb into its bear hug embrace.
In a soft, yellow robe of royalty, I prepare myself for the winter hibernation.
I look at my bookshelf filled with unread books and a longing to devour every poignant paragraph.
I gather the family pictures on the floor, ready to rearrange them on my hallway wall.
I take out my journal, and I begin to write without form or deadline.
As the dark nights arrive, I welcome their luminosity and pray for deep and exquisite clarity.