There is a certain isolation that the winter's chill brings on. There is a silence and a stillness outside this time of year. I think of the cold weather as something to embrace. I am refreshed by its sharpness, and I am up for the challenge of maintaining a comfortable warmth. It brings a lightness to my insides, and a smile upon my face.
Good Hours
I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.
---Robert Frost
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