Difficult Season

Difficult season:

winters are hard months for me, true for many as well, be it seasonal depression or just the restriction of outdoor movement and length of daylight. It’s a difficult season for some to make their way through. It is for me. Yet I do appreciate it’s stark beauty, trees seen in the elegance of their lines, reminding me much of charcoal drawings, especially with the contrast of snow added to the view. Yes, there is beauty here and I am grateful for its note, a small gift received to navigate a difficult season.

perhaps it’s age now, the bite of cold deeper, lasting longer even after I escape its reach. As a child a played for hours in the snow, impervious to cold, only breaking for the warmth of lunch and then eagerly out for more. Only a few years ago I would spend hours on the trails, running and hiking through all conditions that winter could throw and still I stayed in motion enjoying the challenge that was found. Being outdoors was my home, in any weather. But’s its a more difficult season now, so many ways, and for whatever reason it weighs heaviest on emotions, my mood matching the length of darkness for the day.

I miss the light.

and most of all I miss the green display of spring, from first bud in tentative reach all the way to the verdant offering of its later season. Green, life, the vibrancy that arrives with…