Friday, November 18, 2016

Seasons change ... and so must I

Here comes winter.


Urban winter was often wet, and cold, and miserable.

Rural winter is often beautiful and striking and cold and a little frightening.

In the city we holed up and turned up the heat and ran from covered, heated space to covered heated space.

Here we all bundle up, light a fire earlier and earlier and shovel. A Lot. A Whole Lot.

I used to hate winter pretty passionately. I am not a fan of being cold.
I still don't like being cold but I love warming up. Winter makes me appreciate so much in life.

The early early dark? That's a whole other story!


Helen said...

Early dark is the killer for me; I just want to go to bed right after dinner.

andrea said...

agreed Helen!