Between Seasons

Fuzzy boots, warm coats, hot chocolate and wait... no snowmen.  It's that time of year again.  The time of year I hate the most.  The strange brief season between fall and winter.  After the leaves have fallen, but before the first snowflake hits the ground.  Everything dead.  Everything gray.  But even in the ugliest things, you can find beauty.  The frozen dew on the dead grass, sparkling in the rising sun, like diamonds in a commercial.  Fallen leaves covering the ground, in patterns that only nature could come up with.  The mountains are covered in gray, but not an ugly gray.  The kind of gray that has so much depth that you don't know if it is light or dark.  Whether you should be happy or sad.  And as I look out my window, the gray makes me wonder what is next.  For me, for the world, and for life itself.

Maddy Lee