The stars are bright, no doubt, behind the layer of snow heavy clouds. Staring upward, peace accompanied the night as acrid smoke drifted from the white and brown tube of tobacco in between my fingers. My thoughts were as heavy as the clouds above and as dark as the sky. Yet there was a glimmer of hope in the light that reflected on the snow, letting me remember that no stress or depression can last forever, especially in the light of reflection as we bring our shadows into our awareness.


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