This winter is not much different than the winters before. Dreary. Cold. Uninspiring at times.

Each year, I struggle to leave winter and into spring. Don’t get me wrong, this winter, I have been creative. I finished painting an old mirror, mending the shower room and the dishwasher, clearing more space and organising my home, and taking three online courses and a diploma. I am quite proud of my achievements these three months. But I am not getting ahead of myself.

There are days when I can’t get myself out of my mind, stuck, staring at something without a clear clue about what I am staring at. Is that a bad thing? I can’t say. Other days, I feel like I can’t get out of the cocoon that has been with me the whole winter; that blanket of cosiness and slowing down is so comforting. Today especially, when the temperature drops again, the idea of a cold week ahead only makes me retreat inside even more.

The blue sky and the clouds are dancing together. I gazed at them and felt happy. The sun shined somewhere above the dancing clouds. The smell of butter and salty pancakes humoured my soul. I guess I only need to remember these moments to come out from the cold and into the warmer months.

Till Spring.