Winter. A time for going inward, and reflection. A somnolence of the soul. Of planting seeds of ideas for the turn of the year. We must not complain too much about the cold, the snow, must not spend too much time in lament as we pine for warmer weather. Winter has its treasures, too. Spending more time inside than out, waiting like the sleeping earth for the budding of spring is the normal course. Peace.
