The never ending winter

As we creep slowly towards spring...

We have been trapped inside a snow globe and shaken endlessly by an invisible hand. The world outside our windows has been buried under a never-ending cascade of snow, piling higher and higher until our once-familiar landscape looks like something out of a fairy tale (or a survival film, depending on the day). The snowbanks are towering fortresses, the roads disappear overnight, and the school buses? They have become more legend than reality, spoken of in wistful tones but rarely seen.

It’s the kind of winter that makes you wonder if spring was just a myth all along. But despite the deep drifts and frost-bitten noses, there’s a certain enchantment in it, too. The way the snow sparkles under the moonlight, how the world hushes when the flakes fall thick and slow—it’s breathtaking in the most literal sense (mostly because the air is so cold it steals your breath).

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​Still, we try to think ahead to spring, as it is technically only weeks away. It feels ridiculous to plan for the garden when we can’t even see the ground, but the ideas are flowing, nonetheless. Seed catalogs are being dog-eared, new projects are taking shape, and we’re holding onto the promise that, one day, we’ll see something other than white outside our windows.

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Until then, we’ll keep trudging through, embracing the beauty where we can, and waiting—impatiently but hopefully—for the great thaw. And when it finally comes, you’d better believe we’ll be running barefoot through the first patch of grass we see. (Assuming, of course, we remember what grass even looks like.)

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