The depths of February. It’s when you start to question if there even is such a thing as spring and warm weather. This is part of the beauty of deep winter – it entrances and captivates, as if a dream. I have learned to appreciate the deep winter months for the soulful, creative and reflective space that it offers, because in essence, it is fleeting.
Fleeting in the same way poetry comes to mind and just as quickly disappears before you can scramble fast enough to find a pencil and write it down…
as if a shadow, cast across a melting snow.
Courage and Climate Change 