Great post. I often experience winter as a proving ground for my determination to interpret things favorably; everything you write here is true and much of it is beautiful, so when I fail to perceive these and other lovely elements of winter, it feels like almost volitional moodiness! A piece like this helps focus the mind, so thank you!
Great post. I often experience winter as a proving ground for my determination to interpret things favorably; everything you write here is true and much of it is beautiful, so when I fail to perceive these and other lovely elements of winter, it feels like almost volitional moodiness! A piece like this helps focus the mind, so thank you!
To me, Winter is Quiet. In that dampened, muted pause, Spring formulates its impending rebirth and renewal. Like the in breath before the first note.
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