Trying to find the beauty in an endless winter is like looking at your reflection in a mirror and hoping to recapture your youth. It seems that new life will never surface again. Everything is cold and dead. The green existence of spring seems eternally wrapped in a blanket of white. Somehow we hang on to the hope of a new day when the sun moves closer and embraces those withered limbs and forces life to bud forth again. Spring – will we ever see you again?
AGING IN WINTER