The Blindness of the Woods.

Winter is hard in Kiruna woods. The trees complain. The squirrels don’t play. The birds don’t sing. And the loneliness makes the cold feel even worse. The sun hides behind the clouds, thinking the low light will bother me… but for me darkness is permanent.

It is said that in these woods, people die from cold but I believe that it’s loneliness that kills them.

My blindness will never stop me from what I always wanted to do… to love.
“Oh thank you! Thank you for returning my man from the woods. I love you.”