Saturday, February 03, 2007

Winter

Winter is my favourite season. I like the cold (once I get used to it). I like to see the trees naked as it were stripped of their leaves and standing forlornly in the cold winter air. Winter give me hope. Hope that even though the streets are dark and folding out mysteriously one day they will be brighter and warmer. It is kind of a negative hope I suppose. Hope that winter is here so therefore spring is sure to follow. Besides we need to hold onto hope, who knows when it might be the last thing we have. There is a great beauty in desolation, you just have to look for it a little harder, and things that are harder to find are all the more beautiful for the effort you put forth in finding them. Of course winter can be a harsh mistress, mistakes made in winter have a tendency to hurt a little more. The cold will do that to you. It will make things sting a little more than usual. Pain felt in winter is some serious stuff. Studies prove that nice weather i.e. lovely spring days put people in a better mood. That rarely happens in winter. Winter is mature. A serious season for serious things to happen. Winter makes you walk a very thin line. Makes you wonder if you are right or not. Leaves you thinking it is a long, cold, lonely walk back to the car or the apartment. Winter makes you want to climb out of life so boring and take the time to make other people's heart your home. Gasping for air, and seeing your breathe. Winter is a delicate balance vulnerable, sad, delicate, and all knowing.

3 comments:

Cynnie said...

and the cold makes you realize you aint all that pretty.

nothing like walking in the freezing cold to make a girl look drawn and haggard...

Ice skating all bundled up, though does the opposite..
Makes you look all cherry nosed and sweet.

I guess we all should skate from place to place in the winter.

challenge said...

I love winter! And you are the second person in less than two weeks that comment on the fact that half of the wonderfulness of winter is that spring is on the other side of it.... waiting to show its beautiful face... a promise of after rain comes sun etc...

Of course, I prefer early fall and winter to spring and summer ;) red & orange leaves and then snow and cold!! No more mushy rain and soggy grass but hard ground and crisp air (and the possibilities of having scarves and mittens).

tideliar said...

Nice post mate. Winter makes you wax lyrical too