Everything is so alive in the dead of winter

There’s a peace, yet restlessness, that enters me in the depth of winter.

Snow envelops my heart and warms my blood. It feels like an ancient home revealed in the present.

I crave its quiet fall, its billowing whispers.

There’s a seductive, magnetic hush that reaches out to me—one I can’t deny.

So, I walk in the quiet snow, the hem of my long velvet dress brushing the white flakes—and I feel an inner freedom, a connection.

It’s in the snow when I love to walk.

Watch the birds.

Hear the trees.

Everything is so alive in the dead of winter.