Winter, the fourth season, is often misunderstood.
Holiday trappings, festive songs, tinsel, bells and parties give way to snow skiing, ice skating and making snow angels.
After you get through all THAT, well, it’s just plain cold. If you’re in the midwest, this season, in which we arm ourselves with long underwear, turtlenecks, furry boots and fingerless gloves, lasts until maybe…April.
We could complain. We could be grumpy. We could pine for longer days and more sunshine.
Or we could look at things from a different angle.
The earth is sleeping, gathering up for an explosion of the season we call spring.
For now, enjoy the detail of the still.
This is the magic of winter.