As I stand in the cold and wait for the bus or set out for work in the last dark moments before light, I question the need for winter. The cold is seeping through my boots and one glove has mysteriously disappeared into my tote bag. I love the spring and am eagerly thinking of the first warm breeze or the tip of a crocus sticking up through the dirt.
But we're not there yet, and the last thing I want to do is count the days away. I'm not sure I can learn to love the winter as I do spring, summer and fall, but I want to find the good, even joy in these cold winter days.
Wishes to you for warmth and joy this week!