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[mirandawright]

🪶 Codex Entry: Vernal Equinox

Winter is leaving, but I’m not done with it yet. I feel the shift in the air. The pull of something changing. Something moving forward without my permission. The seasons don’t wait. They don’t ask if I’m ready. They just come— tearing through, dragging me with them. But I’m not done. I was made for the cold. For the sharp air. For the long nights, the ones quiet enough to hear myself think. Winter is where I burn. Winter is where I break. Winter is where I become. And now— spring is calling. Pulling. Like a tide I can’t fight. Like a whisper in my ribs. It wants me to bloom. To soften. To let go. But this isn’t a forward motion. It’s a loop. A cycle. A beginning disguised as an ending. I died in the cold. I rose from the ash. And now, as the world wakes up again, so do I. I am not some soft thing waiting for the sun to save me. I do not shed my fire just because the ice has melted. If winter made me stronger, then that strength stays. If I burned in the cold, then I rise in the thaw. Let spring come. But my rebirth comes on my terms.