January is a wake-up call to winter in its stark, unforgiving beauty. The December kalidescope slips suddenly into the New Year, bringing the season of ice and snow to our full attention. Somehow, snow is softer and warmer in December.
The frozen landscape has a visceral impact on our senses, more sharply defined than the verdant seasons of spring and summer could ever accomplish. Frigid wind on snow-covered fields whips unrestrained and free and takes our breath away. We tolerate its sting, welcoming a moment’s exhileration. Unlike other seasons, winter expands our vision and time freezes; emotions seem unrestrained standing in winter’s clean expanse. The solitude of twilight on snow makes us feel small in the universe. Such a surreal moment is invaluable.