This year grows old and I find myself bemired by unseasonably warm weather. I long to stand in a light dusting of snow as it swirls down, a forest silent around me, the sky overhead blanketed by clouds. The pregnant pause of winter, harsh, but promising new beginnings and growth after the trial. Instead, I find the temperature sixty degrees and not a speck of white. Disgusting.
Still, there's a lesson even in that. This year, like any other, was full of joys and sorrows, triumphs and tribulations. We can but bask in the sunlight we are given or hunch our shoulders and pray for more favorable weather when the seasons turn against us. To all t