Chicken Soup for the Soul - December 28

The harsh winter winds call attention to themselves, and I am mindful of all the unpleasant aspects of the unfriendliest of seasons. Some memories of my unhappy childhood still linger within me, blowing icy blasts through my soul. I am aware of these, just as I am aware of the chill in the world around me. There is  no need to struggle against these elements. I am as unique and important to life's scheme as each snowflake. I have a new and abiding warmth in my soul as I patiently await the coming of spring with its warmth, sunshine and fresh breezes to rejuvenate me.

Edison