The Snow Den of January

As the Snow drifts, it seems like Ages pass.
Tentative, a FoX may re-emerge in the World.
Fearless of X.  Fearless of Changes.
The FoX knows its up to him to arrive in the Future.
He sniffs the paths.  He is certainly not alone.  Nor is he troubled at all about this fact.  In the Winter, the Earth is actually most awake.  He looks out for a little while, then it is back to his warm den and kits, as the Winds ravage the land for a while longer.
What an interesting Spring It May t.u.r.n. out to Be!
Much that is Dead has been clearing away, making room for Waking Energies to pour forth out from the Morning King.
When will w.e. see Him, he wonders?
Yes, Eyes, See!
The Earth has not given up, even after all these Ages.
It still turns every Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.
Teaches Us Re-invention, Newness, Spring!
It has waited and not grown tired of waiting, it always goes through the same Production, the same Pageantry, the same exuberant celebration with expectation.
It is never let down.

-KiJjiKeTchMe? the Red FoX
Judah