MAINE

Sunday was one of those days where you have to pinch yourself to make sure what’s happening around you is real. Except when you pinch yourself you can hardly feel it because you’re extra numb from the cold. For some reason, I didn’t mind it, though. The air felt fresh and much needed, like that tall glass of cold water I love to drink at the end of every day.

It was so peaceful and serene as we walked along the trails by the water in Freeport. The snow was perfectly new and the light was so bright it woke me up from the winter haze that comes across me during those weeks after the holidays.

I needed this weekend and I’m glad for it.

It reminded me that winter is good and beautiful. Sometimes I get so stuck on warmer days and I don’t give winter its proper credit.

Winter is important in its own way.

Winter is cozy and refreshing.

Winter loves the sunshine and pretty light.

Winter is strong and solid and good.

Winter helps start the cycle again, settling the earth and preparing it for what is to come.

Winter makes way for spring.

And summer.

And fall.

I am lucky to live in a place with seasons so that I can appreciate each one in their own way. This weekend’s winter was too gorgeous not to love, and it was nice to be reminded of it.