When I think of winter I picture frozen landscapes, white stretching as far as the eye can see. When I think about the clear, chill air, I crave warm cozy sweaters. Beautiful snowflakes fall from the sky, making their slow dance to earth. I picture myself drinking a steaming cup of hot chocolate, sitting in front of a colorful, decorated Christmas tree. In my mind I can see the white Christmas lights that my daddy hangs each year. A wreath, deep green and adorned with a red velvet ribbon, hangs on the front door, ready to welcome me home.
But when I think of winter, I also think of the "winter blues". The long months without flowers, without living, beautiful grass and leaves and new birth, can burden my mind. I find that all my sadnesses can be heightened during the winter months. I think of those who cannot spend Christmas with lost loved ones. I picture those who do not have a home, and the parents who cannot provide even a single new toy for their children, or even give them food.
Winter is a mixed season. When I step out into the snow, I feel a great peace of mind. My thoughts are silenced. Yet in the busy stores people bustle and shout, anxious for sales and presents to give away.
Winter is both beautiful and sad, but I always look forward to it.
I think of warm cozy sweaters, cupping my hands around a steaming cup of coffee and standing beside a warm fire. The flip side is the howling wind, the days that it rains very cold drops instead of snow, and grey skies.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, with a warm house and loving family, home is a good place to be during the season.