I’m doing some reading about winter.
There are some really lovely sentiments that have been written and I find them soothing and oddly cheerful.
“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.”
(John Burroughs, Winter Sunshine, 1875)
Isn’t that wonderful?!
Besides, what good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Have a great day!