...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."

[Meditations Divine and Moral]

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...