It is well-established my own little world that winter is the enemy and must be endured with restless and determined forbearance. And while Spring is not my favorite season, directly after Christmas I begin longing for it with such intensity that my bones ache.
But there are some upsides to the frozen bleakness that winter breathes down on us here in Ukraine (or in Grand Rapids … really, I’m tempted to say it’s worse in GR).
First, when the temperature drops below freezing, all the oozing mud pits, I mean sidewalks, freeze up and become much more passable. (Previously-mentioned downside: the snow that falls on them hardens into long, skinny ice rinks.)
Secondly, it is my opinion that the mountains are more interesting in the winter(when the clouds permit us to actually see them, that is). Their nakedness reveals detail and depth; I feel blissfully lost in the bigness and seemingly infinite complexity. When my bones are aching for spring, the mountains’s bones are showing their strength.
And finally, winter months mean scenes like this take place: