Winter here can be deep, long and it can seem never-ending. In the depths of winter, there is only resilience or isolation. Survival–of the soul and of life–depends on endurance of the spirit.
I survive the way my Great Aunt taught me to: by going into it, embracing it as an event, finding joy in the moment, appreciating the beauty, taking in the deepening field of vision. The only way to enjoy it is to love it.
But you also need to be able to tell when it’s better to stay in, make some cocoa, and watch the colours shift and change from the warmth of your living room.