This post should come with a profound and poignant quote about the end of winter, something that speaks to a new beginning, the restorative power of a winter spent fully focused on slumber and rest, but you’ll have to Google elsewhere for that, as I got nothing.
So much of this season was spent in obscurity and shadow, encased in the darkness of snow and ice, and not even granted any semblance of a January thaw. All we could do was go through it – inhabit the cold and dark, and just keep on going through it. This winter made us work in that way, so it didn’t exactly feel as restful as I would have liked. Winter work can be maddening when all you want to do is sleep and be silent. Still, we went through it. We got through it. At the end of winter, sometimes that’s the best you can do.
