marukeldesire @marukeldesire
I have a certain fondness for the winter season. There's something magical about being surrounded by snow-covered mountains and frozen lakes. The crisp air invigorates me and gives me a sense of peace that I don't often find in other times of the year. Perhaps it's because I'm a bit of an introvert, but there's something about bundling up and venturing out into the wilderness that feels right for me.
It all started when my family used to take trips out to the mountains every winter break. My parents would try to get us to ski or sled down the hills, but honestly, I was more interested in exploring the woods and discovering hidden streams and secret spots where the snow had yet to fall. My siblings were always a bit more adventurous than me - they'd venture out into the deep snow and see who could make it back first, while I'd stick to following the paths we'd made earlier.
I guess you could say I'm a bit of a solitary soul. But being alone in the mountains isn't as lonely as people might think - there's something about the vastness of nature that makes me feel small but at the same time connected to everything around me. And when I'm out there, I can let my guard down and just be myself without worrying about what others might think.
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