Winter is one of the reasons that I so enjoy life in New England. It is a beautiful season here in the northeast for so many reasons. My anticipation of winter is stirred in the fall as the leaves turn and and the weather gets cooler. The days grow short, the nights grow long. Winter is coming and with it so many changes and enchantments to the mind and eyes. Animals and plants prepare for winter, storing food and going into a dormant state, while people store up wood and put up food to keep warm and well fed all winter long as they transition indoors. Winter is a time for driving away the chill by the wood stove, watching beautiful snowflakes fall from a gray sky, and quiet reflection as the landscape changes with the seasons and the mood of this time of year. I’ve lived in several different states out in the southwest and midwest, but the season of winter in New England is like no place else I have ever lived. The endless white landscape, the rugged brown trees reaching up to the sky in barren expression, the cold wind and the beautiful storms that come and with them bring the exquisite collection of crystal white snowflakes across the desolate hills and mountainsides breed a warmness inside than charms one’s soul. Winter is a time for deep thinking, preparation for renewal and change which only the promise of spring could bring forth, a time to get in touch with our greatest longings and put forth in each New Year those greatest ambitions and desires that back in the late of the fall were nothing more than notions. It is a time of quiet and stillness where we slow down and take in all the activity of the previous year and look forward to all that the New Year beckons us to in hope and aspiration.
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