The night of the Winters’ eve covered the sky as the sun gave way to the moon. The stars sparkled elegantly as they reflected off of the waters’ surface. The lake rippled calmly and the woods surrounding the wooden bench I’d sat on provided a protected area from the harsh cold air. I pulled my jacket tighter and buried my hands in my pocket.
It was peaceful as everything remained undisturbed. I’d come to think, to reflect on the year that would soon end. The fresh air filled my senses, and my mind focused with clarity.
My mood conveyed my thoughts on the year, and I was positive it would sum it up, even for the hard and trying times that’d passed.
The world bled with death and poverty and natural disasters and I sat, grateful for the many fortunes I’d had. Life had graced me with a sea of happiness and hope.
I was able to create my destiny, through the force of my imagination, and again I was grateful. My petty complaints meant nothing, when the world cried out for a reprieve from the sins that plagued the earth.
I was grateful for everything I had.