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winter comforts.
Jan. 25th, 2024 09:10 amI like winter. I don't want to rush it. All these social media posts about spring coming. It's not spring. It's january. I want to be here, in winter, experiencing all of it as fully as I can. Spring will come when it comes.
I see this every year, with summer and winter. People can't wait for it to be over. Longing for something that you can't control just makes me feel nauseated. The idea of daffodils when it's time for snow makes me uncomfortable and so sad.
The deep dark winter is needed and necessary, as uncomfortable as it can be at times. It's sweater weather, it's cozy season, it's dark and safe for us vampires for longer every night, hot coffee tastes better, hot comforting drinks at night are a thing, baking to soft music in a warm kitchen on a dark cold night, there is not much more comforting than that. the challenge of it is necessary.
there is no weather more beautiful or magical than snow.
(I actually really dislike spring, of all the seasons it's my least favorite - of course it has its own magic and maybe one day i will learn to appreciate it better - i love the scent of the earth waking up, the birds and the plants getting ready, but it's so much effort and pushpushpush of life in general; birth, babies, and newness makes me cringe - it's necessary but it's wet and messy and still quite cold. it's unformed and full of a kind of mindless hope, that biological drive to make moremoremore of everything, that i don't resonate with. I love life and being alive, but the creation process itself is not my favorite. I long for summer but I don't make posts about summer and yearn for it in desperation - i stay quiet, and pay attention to the buds and the birds and the babies and the new foods that start to spring up and i delight in it as much as i can, until we're through it.
maybe my dislike of spring is why i'm willing to settle deeply into acceptance during winter.)
I see this every year, with summer and winter. People can't wait for it to be over. Longing for something that you can't control just makes me feel nauseated. The idea of daffodils when it's time for snow makes me uncomfortable and so sad.
The deep dark winter is needed and necessary, as uncomfortable as it can be at times. It's sweater weather, it's cozy season, it's dark and safe for us vampires for longer every night, hot coffee tastes better, hot comforting drinks at night are a thing, baking to soft music in a warm kitchen on a dark cold night, there is not much more comforting than that. the challenge of it is necessary.
there is no weather more beautiful or magical than snow.
(I actually really dislike spring, of all the seasons it's my least favorite - of course it has its own magic and maybe one day i will learn to appreciate it better - i love the scent of the earth waking up, the birds and the plants getting ready, but it's so much effort and pushpushpush of life in general; birth, babies, and newness makes me cringe - it's necessary but it's wet and messy and still quite cold. it's unformed and full of a kind of mindless hope, that biological drive to make moremoremore of everything, that i don't resonate with. I love life and being alive, but the creation process itself is not my favorite. I long for summer but I don't make posts about summer and yearn for it in desperation - i stay quiet, and pay attention to the buds and the birds and the babies and the new foods that start to spring up and i delight in it as much as i can, until we're through it.
maybe my dislike of spring is why i'm willing to settle deeply into acceptance during winter.)
