🌨winter🌨

I think somehow, I have become a winter child. This is suprising to me. When I was a child I liked sledding, riding my horse, walks in the snow but I didnt like being cold. 

Spring, summer and fall were my favorites. 

Now, this year, I have craved the cold, frost, and snow. It is totally weird and I am not sure why. 

I love the beauty of it. The quiet. The white blanket that covers, quiets, and rests.

Maybe it is my age? Maybe it is the perfection covering the messyness and struggles of life? Maybe it is the discovery of beauty in the smallest and temporary things. 

Whatever the reason I am savoring it this year until it is gone.