The few weeks I spent in the USA over Christmas were not just a literal winter for me, but a symbolic one as well. The sort of winter where you’ve spent far too much time outside and you are chilled all the way through. The only thing to do is come inside and rest. Warm up by the fire, drink tea, and remember that spring is coming soon.
Waiting for spring is both hopeful and hard. You analyze the bleak winter outside, find beauty in its harshness, know that renewal is brimming underneath.