A purplish gray light comes through my window this morning. Outside is a dark, cold and quiet world dusted with snow. It is stark, bleak; and silent. Winter has come. 

I find it inexplicably beautiful, and can’t help but wonder why?  What is in this that speaks to me? And what is it within me that is being spoken to and can hear it? 

Honestly, I’m not sure, but somewhere deep in my marrow I know the Wheel in the Sky has turned and that it is the time for holidays and family, for rest, sleep and dreams. 

Winter has come.   


If you have interesting ideas about why the starkness of Winter can be emotionally evocative and even beautiful (to some at least), I’d love for you to share your ideas in the comments on this blog.