winter's captivity

With the endless snowfall and chilling temperatures, winter has taken me captive. I am it's unwilling prisoner. Although I love the smell of winter and the beauty of a perfect white snowfall, it has taken its toll. I long for the days I am woken by the warmth and glow of the sun. I want to go for early morning or late night runs, discovering land I've never opened my eyes to see, to truly take in.

But, since it's not yet February, I'll lock myself in my room and make time pass. Whether it's reading a good book or hunching over my sketchbook or clinging to one of my most prized possessions, my hot glue gun. Winter sparks my creativity, so it can't be that bad.