With the snow piling up (again) around us in New England, most people are looking ahead to Springtime. It’s definitely time to get fresh flowers and play sunshine-drenched music. I’m not tired of winter yet, though. The seasons always happen in their due course. I’m loving the white purity of the light and the soft fall of the snowflakes.
Today I looked back at my first taste of winter this year. In September, in Iceland, the year is already turning toward the cold and snow. And it is beautiful.