Ah, the Winter (Hang in There)

The winter wind is like a cold surf beating through the bare treetops and sweeping through the valleys. It roars in the night, an elemental voice; it whistles at the house corner and rattles the shutter and the pane. We sit before our fires and cherish our warmth, our snug security. And we know that the rush of wind just beyond our stout walls is the rush of winter passing. It is the fierce breath of change itself. The earth turns and the winds eddy and swirl. And one fine night there will be a whisper of spring in the wind, and another winter will have blown itself away.

Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons

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From the Reader’s Digest “Points to Ponder” column. (date unknown)

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