A love letter to winter.
I see you coming. The branches nearly bare.
I feel you coming. The chill in the air.
Darkness falls earlier but the morning light is glorious.
I promise to notice your beauty. To steel myself against coldness in body and spirit. To generate warmth for others and embrace the solitude.
To know this season as one of hope. To savor the days rather than wish them away. To take pictures of falling snow.