Winter Storm

Benmore Garden

Once again, the relentless fury of the elements threatened the peace of the land; a forceful gale seemed intent on wiping out everything in its path, while torrential rain fell unabated, growing heavier by the hour.

Like every year, winter appeared worse than the last—wilder, more violent—the fury of Nature boundless and indiscriminate in its wrath.

Days had considerably shrunk, as darkness encroached upon them and held sway over people’s moods. The rare sunny days of summer were now but a distant memory.

The festive period was upon us, yet somehow it proved impossible to banish the sombre thoughts that assailed me—vivid thoughts that cut too deep and thwarted any attempt to focus on anything. The joy of Christmas was undeniable, yet the end of the year also carried its share of regrets and disappointments—the sense of living my life at half speed, on the sidelines—a weight born of my own inability to let go.