A lot of people hate winter. They hate the cold weather and the sniffles that come with it.
In literature, winter is representative of death, darkness, and/or suffering.
Winter is like an art gallery. It is a square, white room with old wooden creaky floors, filled with silence [and beauty]. The memories we make during winter, these are the paintings. They pop against the backdrop and stand out, allowing you to see the beauty of every moment, bringing everyone closer together. It's about appreciating a crackling fireplace - stealing a sip of your best friend's hot cocoa - cuddling under a blanket -
It's about feeling the warmth in your heart for the people around you, grow with the warmth flowing from the heater. It's about plugging in the electric blanket, and wearing socks to bed.
The day is yours, and yours also the night;
you established the sun and moon.
It was you who set all the boundaries of the earth;
you made both summer and winter.
-Psalm 74:16-17
The day is yours, and yours also the night;
you established the sun and moon.
It was you who set all the boundaries of the earth;
you made both summer and winter.
-Psalm 74:16-17
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