Trapped inside, we, a generation of people that forgot we began outdoors. Hours we spend looking at trees through window panes, watching storms drop rain, unable to smell it as it hits the earth. We forget our roots, and we wither and wonder why. I know Winter is hard, I know the chill can come and settle over things, paint in frost the world you knew, I know it’s hard with so little light, but we must resist. We must begin this resistance now, and we must carry it with us through the Spring, long into the Summer, the Autumn, and back into the next Winters of our lives. We are built to open the windows, run out the doors, and get lost in nature, we are built to recharge the batteries inside us with sunlight, for we are solar after all.
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