Winter has taught me nothing. And nothing can be quite beautiful. Don’t overlook nothing.

Winter has taught me that the beautiful and the brutal co-exist and that neither of them are going away anytime soon.

Winter has taught me to be an angel. It’s not difficult but it’s cold. You lean back and fall, but winter will catch you. Trust.

Winter has taught me to do small good things. You don’t know what they’ll mean to a person.

Winter has taught me that a good snowfall can teach you how to love the world.

Winter has taught me to love what I am right now.

Winter has taught me how to hold souls gently and to remember this as fiercely as I learned by heart my home phone number in grade school.

It seems impossible to hold each other up, to hold each other in our hearts, but a leaf will hold a thousand snowflakes.

Winter has taught me that it’s not over. We get to try again.

Winter has taught me that sitting by a window in a warm house during a good snowfall can be restorative. Is there anything more tender than fresh snow on a bough, or on a weathered leaf? There is more tranquility to be found in winter than any other season. The dreams you dream in winter continue into other seasons quietly, as though they are the last ripples in the effect from a stone thrown in a still pond.

Now. Your turn….