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What weird weather we have had. It has been snowing for over a day and the leaves are still on the trees. The trees, burdened with the weight of the wet and heavy snow, droop oddly as if they were saddened by the weather. Normally, trees don't have such a hard time with heavy snows, but being that it is only late October and the leaves have yet to fall, the snow had more of an impact on the trees. They are strained, and many broken. The electricity has been out since early morning, so here I am, blogging by candle light. The night is so quiet I think I can hear it snowing. Outside my window I hear the drip of melting snow on a tin roof. It is calming, but the effect of the weather has already worked itself against my often all too fragile psyche.

The rain this week was cold as ice, reaching the point where, if it where any colder, the rain would have been piercing, icy daggers. I imagined myself being attacked by little ice daggers and hurried my way to the places I needed to be. The snow was great when it started. Huge snow flakes gracefully falling to ground, floating down like tiny feathers from the grey sky. I walked, head facing this dark sky in search of a feathery snow flake for my tounge. These sorts of snow flakes are the kind you can't help but try to catch. My friend and I walked around, remarking how weird it is to have snow already. Had someone told me earlier that it was snowing, which they had, then I wouldn't have believed them, which I didn't. It is only October! The leaves haven't fallen!

Well, the leaves are falling now. Where I am from, there isn't a place you can look outside without a tree in view. I'm surrounded by them almost everywhere I go. Hills full of trees. Last night, burdened by the snow, the trees lost many leaves, as well as branches. The electricity, as I said, must have been a casulty along with these limbs. The power outage, the memories associated with them, along with the weather and the unnerving silence make me feel unreconcilably alone, as if I were hermetically sealed from others' existence. It didn't start with the weather, nor did it start with a soft hand that lingered upon mine longer than necessary, nor was it the sight of the depressed trees that did it. I suppose it is just a combination of everything, a recipe for lonliness.

It always passes, though. Even now, as I bask in candle light and watch the flickering flames dance on my walls, I feel less oppressed by the silence; less depressed by the weather. It just sprang upon me all at once while I was unguarded, like a snake would out of brush. I am not bitten, though. I am not mortally wounded or poisoned by the bite of winter. It is just a shadow, a cloud blocking the sun. I feel better knowing that this, too, shall pass like everything does eventually.