the days are often misty grey and cold.
as days are, in winter.
I've accepted that. come to bask in it even. come to welcome the stillness and the quiet, the dampness and the chill. the free pass to stay in my pajamas in front of the wood stove, tea in hand, until I simply must get dressed. the mountain ridges, the naked trees…… there is something so pure and comforting about being able to see the bones of the landscape. as though it makes it seem as if the world is as vulnerable as I sometimes feel I am. it's nice, this (perhaps misguided and silly) presumed equal footing.
I didn't always think so. I used to detest the chill, the damp biting grey that wouldn't end. I'd fight it. clearly a pointless effort. so now I say bring it, winter. bring your howling winds and your sullen-looking days. and I will find ways to embrace them. I will find ways to listen more closely to that wind to hear whispers of your wisdom and hints of grand ideas and inspiration.
bring, too, your unbeatable fairy-colored gloaming, your fresh start. your relentless insistence that we humans reflect a bit and maybe learn a thing or two about ourselves in your presence. and do please, at some point, bring us a blanket of beauty, snow white, to last for days and days.