all at once, winter came
There is something beautiful about winter. To some, the thought of getting up before the sun and going to take care of the animals in the snow and cold isn't appealing at all, and actually more than once I'd have been very glad to stay in bed. But rising before the sun in the winter is pleasant, for the most part, actually. The sun rises so early in the summer-time that I'm never up to see the first slivers of light breaking over the mountain top, and then bathing the valley in radiance and warmth; but in the winter, ah. Even though it is cold, and the days are shorter and the mornings dark, your eyes behold the sun rising over the mountains like a beacon of promise and hope. You can stand in the cold shivering, until the first rays of light spread over you, and even though there isn't much warmth in the sun, it warms you. Deeply. In your heart.
In short, I love winter. And I think it is making an early appearance this year. The wind holds a certain chilling degree to it, and the sun holds no warmth at all. We wear slippers all day, drink tea morning, noon, and night, and huddle around the fire reading. In fact, I know it has made an early appearance.
Because, all at once, two days ago in a gust of wind, winter came.