Winters always seem long to me. Mild temperatures and unseasonably warm days are not enough to camouflage the looming threat of snow, ice and fridges temperatures. In the sky the sun seems far away as, it too, does not want to get too close to the chilly winter air.
No season is ever alone and winter is no exception. Every day it inches closer and closer to its companion, Spring, who although often hidden is always there. Moving at a snail’s pace, too slow to see movement but fast enough to reveal change.