I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter — Tori Amos
Winter has come and, with it, darkness—a time for rest, contemplation, soul-searching, and planning for the return of the sun and the light come spring. I am wishing for snow and the peace and quiet stillness that it brings. I love winter when there’s snow and a decided chill in the air (we have only one of those things at the moment and I had to be content with nothing more than a little frost today). Winter is second only to fall for me. I seem to come alive with the dying season. I guess maybe that’s because I’ve always been a lover of solitude and shadows, a strange soul who found solace in the things that made many others cringe with restlessness or fear. Something there is that doesn’t love the quiet, or slowing down.
Well, this winter, I will be slowing down, taking more time for me and my loved ones, and for completing a draft of the book I’ve been working on for way too long now (it’ll be two years come spring). I’ll also be catching up on reading, curling up with a cozy blanket and a mug of tea many a weekend; the only thing our home is missing is a fireplace, really. But I will not be shut up indoors for the duration of winter. Oh, no! I’ll be out experiencing the wondrous beauty of nature as I always do, especially when that first snowfall finally does blanket our world. There’s something so serene about snow and, yes, I confess that I do get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter . . . Besides, I’m interested to see how my archery progresses (or doesn’t) with the change in the weather.