Winters have lately been times of reflection, leaving opportunities for moments of hygge, and as I’m fully entrenched in the autumn of my life trajectory (God willing) I find more comfort in winter now than I ever did in my younger years. Some of my contemporaries are fighting it more, and I wonder how much of it is fighting our own aging and the relative passing of time rather than winter itself.
The past week has brought about a warming trend, as we’ve finally moved above the freezing point for the first time in forever. Andy and I finally felt warmth on our faces from the sun – a sensation we haven’t had since last year. I’ve also detected the sounds of melting in dripping icicles, falling ice, and shifting snow. Not anywhere near a total thaw, but enough to give slightly more hope than that stupid groundhog.
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