Winter starts the day you stop fighting the darkness. It is the first morning you wake up, see the frost on the inside of the window, and instead of sighing, you make hot chocolate for no reason.
The true start of spring is the first day you leave the house without a coat, only to shiver violently by 3:00 PM. It is the mud season. It is the existential whiplash of a snowstorm on April 2nd followed by 70-degree weather on April 4th. start of the seasons
They start in your body.
The start of summer demands you slow down. It is the season of "mañana." The heat tells you to stop achieving and start existing. You know summer has truly begun when you abandon the fitted sheet and sleep directly on the mattress with only a top sheet for three nights in a row. Winter starts the day you stop fighting the darkness
The start of winter is a permission slip. Permission to hibernate. Permission to read a 500-page novel. Permission to go to bed at 9:00 PM. While spring is about potential and summer is about action, winter is about rest . The trees aren't dead in winter; they are sleeping. You should be, too. It is the mud season
It isn’t the Spring Equinox. The calendar might still insist on winter for another ten days. But suddenly, at 4:47 PM, the sun cuts through the kitchen window at a different angle. It is higher, braver. The dust motes floating in the beam look golden instead of grey.
Buy a new candle. A heavy one. Vanilla or sandalwood. Light it before the sun sets at 6:00 PM. That artificial light in the early dark is the flag of autumn. Winter: The Permission Everyone dreads winter, but everyone secretly needs it.