Winter is upon us, and with it all its promise. I adore winter, the heavy coats and visceral cold. I wait in delighted anticipation for the deep snows and numb fingers. I love the introspection of the long night and the desire for company it brings. I love the challenge of joy, that you must seek activity and kindle your own flame. For all that the leaves fall and the branches bare, winter is a time of growth. This winter has been a particularly fine gift, with real snow, biting cold, and deep cleansing. This body sheds its molt, this mind the detritus of its psyche, and in spring we will be reborn.
Or at least that's the way I see it.
Of course that's the way I see most things.
I choose to look at things my way, realistically optimistic. I dislike few things, really. Instead, I fill my shades of empty space with a healthy neutral ambivalence and scientific dispassion. And those things, like seasons, will often come and go, replacing themselves on their own accord as the sloughing of skin, leaving behind warmth and happiness.
Aiyami, and I can be no other ^_^