The days turn shorter and the darkness stays on longer now. Every year as winter approaches I am conflicted between my love for the smell of winter nights and the dreariness that winter inevitably brings with it. With night shifts, the winter nights seem longer and somehow more so quiet. On patrol in the middle of nowhere I find peace at times and I pray that it all stays silent and calm. As the wind blows through the trees and the night stirs to the sound of this wind, I want time to stop so I can take it all in and stay at peace. But then, the world comes crashing in and the calmness is swept away.
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