One thing I do especially love is to walk in winter.
There is nothing like it - the air is fresh and clean, it's invigorating, and when you are done you feel such warmth. One thing I have noticed this year especially is what a variety of birds stay to face the winter. If they can do it, so can I. I saw a tan bird today that swept swiftly down towards me, and right after that some blackbirds that made me think of Poe's "The Raven." I should have waited for them to speak their wisdom before fleeing the cold. Next time I will, and for sure I'll be the one wrapped up with a scarf.
Winter is the time for comfort,
for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand
and for a talk beside the fire:
it is the time for home.
~Edith Sitwell
No doubt you get too much winter where you are, but where I live, there is never enough. I adore a snow day because it only snows here two or three times a year, and then only about six inches at most. It never lasts for more than three, four days, and when it's over, I'm disappointed. There is nothing as magical as the woods in snow for the first time, seeing the imprint of a turkey's wing in the snow from where it took off, or listening to the deafening silence of snowflakes falling.
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