This week has been the January we’ve waited on all along, the grey, the bleak, the endless. I’ve read a little about how we all overdo it in winter, how we should take it easy and hide ourselves away as our ancestors might have done, but the rhythms of modern life don’t necessarily encourage that, so on we go, striding towards another day and waiting for spring.
Winter arrives
Winter arrives
Winter arrives
This week has been the January we’ve waited on all along, the grey, the bleak, the endless. I’ve read a little about how we all overdo it in winter, how we should take it easy and hide ourselves away as our ancestors might have done, but the rhythms of modern life don’t necessarily encourage that, so on we go, striding towards another day and waiting for spring.