I've been having dreams that it is summer. I dream of swimming in the warm water of the bay, of the warm comfort of the sun, of long lazy days and slowly rising nights. My eye was drawn to this small flower (Sebastian says "weed" but I ignore him in my wishful state) stretching it's long neck out of the increasingly deep snow.
I was then confronted with this absolutely beautiful and purely wintery vision and I remembered not to rush, not to hurry time. It will be summer soon enough and I will miss the days of snow, of peace and stillness and undisturbed beauty surrounding me.