Winters are not all that bad, as we might make them out to be. It snows. It gets gloomy. But the puddle of warmth under a lamp or each festive light on a string, then, makes it so much more cozy.
The memories we carry in spring and summer and the yearning again for it in the fall goes in a cycle until the first snow showers.
The cycle goes on as we accumulate stories of cozy winters and distant celebrations gone by….