Thinking Time

Winter, mild though it is, has taken root. No more nice days for a while. No more sunlit happy smiles. Bring on months of hunched shoulders. Of shivers and itchy noses. Where things turn inward. A battle with the blues.

This season has been somewhat of a reprieve from past severity but even so it is a trial to trudge and shuffle through these cold days with a will. To grapple with the aged cunning seasonal affect. Bowed under the weight of cloudy sunless skies. One step, then another. One day, then the next.

"You can't get too much winter in the winter." -Robert Frost