We all know winter.
She spouts wisps of her essence through cracks in autumn’s resolve, before rising at once, to invade the damp decay.
When winter arrives, it’s here to stay. And we settle in, not just to survive but to thrive in spite. And I’d dare say we do. Some even relish the season. Who hasn’t taken a slicing blast of wind that hurts like a hard slap, licked your lips and through a half-smile thought, “Is that all you got?”