Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
we were children once again.
~Bill Morgan, Jr.
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you….
In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other;
only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy,
but I love you nonetheless.
Happy Winter Solstice!