when summer roads are wet with melting snow and the sun is a lover lost amidst the fog and the cold, visiting briefly only to burn your skin, you don't bless people for sneezing, you bless them for every breath they take and all the breaths the dead don't. You don't celebrate the birth of the dead saviors, you celebrate a good harvest that will keep you alive through the winters and buy your children warmer clothes.
when autumn blesses you with colors that make the rest of the year almost desaturated and you've seen no more than a few hundred people in your entire lifetime, you don't have a very thin sieve for finding your grain of love. You look for traits that will complete you. You look for a giving soul and you find it in a pair of eyes at the first sight and not on a bright screen on a lonely night.
when survival through the winters is the driver of your life, you're humble for life, for fire, for food, for family, and everything warm. Big houses, cement roads, seasonal clothes, formal shoes, and personal bank accounts are mere bling & for the geo-gifted. Your ambitions aren't a thousand horsepower, lighter technology, or fairer skin, you aim for a healthy mind and a stronger body to keep you running even when your blood turns cold.
when the springs aren't any different from the winters, you don't plan annual vacations with your family to the other side of the country, you wear your sports shoes and go for a walk along the hills, as you would on any other day. you host dinners and lunches, not to wear your shiniest diamond or showcase your sparkling utensils, but because you like a little warmth around you and you can't walk through such a cold life alone.
when your home is Mud, you gaze into a pair of eyes and read their soul and you know the peaks they've climbed and fallen from, to be where they are, who they are and even though you know, you don't judge for that is another luxury you cannot afford.
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