Battleangel | Personal

I have a hunch this is it. It is the middle of March after all. Not even the mighty winter can stand against the onslaught of the world.
For the first time ever I feel kind of sad to see the winter pass. It’s a period of tranquility for me. When duty in all its forms seems far away and when one can slip away into the serene and ice-cold forest. A forest devoid of any human life. Being truly alone for hours at a time. The deathlike stillness, the cold embrace and snow-clad vistas so bright it will burn your eyes … it all seems like paradise, if only for a brief moment in time.