February 11, 2013
“Other seasons come abruptly but ask so little when they do. Winter is the only one that has to be relearned.”
– Verlyn Klinkenborg, The Rural Life
One thing I am relearning about winter is how long it lasts. This is what winter asks of me, to slow down to its glacial pace. To take each day as it is instead of wishing it were already spring.
As I walk my neighborhood streets, my eye craves the excitement of color to lift me above the muted grays. And most often the reward comes in the brilliant green of our mosses, which thrive in winter’s dampness. This will have to do for now. Spring’s explosion of other colors will come at its own sweet pace.