DenyAsk

For the love of winter It is December here, and the skies are dressed in various shades of gray. The sun is hiding its features and the bald trees quiver under the chilly caress of the wind. The temperature is officially above zero, but to the wavering bodies outside it feels like a slide on the negative scale. Ah, the undesired joys of living so far away from the Equator... Sometimes December explodes unashamed into the very summer of our existence. We coast along a sun-drenched road and life smiles upon us at every turn. We ride on the heights of success, whatever that means, when suddenly... the train stops. The doctor calls. The door slams shut. The music is silent. Summer is over... forever it seems. It may be the hard and painful struggle of a chronic illness. The end of a marriage in which you were Cinderella happily for ever after. The downward spiral of a decades-long career. In one moment, the fortress we have built for decades collapses and we die... at least t...