Wintertime

I've always loved the snow.

The changing of the seasons is so suited to my personality.

I used to think the seasons of renewal, heat and lethargy, dying and decay, and then solitude/darkness, were suited to all humans' personalities just like the change from night into day back into night. However, as I've aged, I've become more open minded, and in the process learned that not every one thinks like I do or feels like I do...which is a good thing. That's what makes our world and our relationships with one another workable and pleasurable. How boring it would be if we were all the same.

For me, winter is one of my better seasons.

As someone who craves solitude and works creatively, pulling inward is invigorating, not lonely or depressing. What I've seen, experienced and felt all summer, I stew on, chew on, reflect and remember, and visualize during the winter months. Summer is when I live it; winter is when I ponder it.

In summer, I feel compelled to be outside whenever the sun is out. Our bad weather in Maine is the majority of the year, so I cannot miss a moment of the warmth and the sun of summer days. I wouldn't take, what I consider the luxury of working quietly and creatively inside, on a summer day.

So......

when winter arrives, I'm ready for it and know it has its place in my psyche and my day-to-day activities. For me, winter holds a valuable and treasured space.

Photos: Marginal Way, Perkins Cove, Ogunquit, Maine