On a winter night when you feel alone, when the air feels so still and so cold, listen. If you listen , listen deep with your heart, you will know why the winter air is so clear. Winter nights are special, magical, incandescent. The light from the moon on the snow sparkling in the clear, cold makes being alone a blessing. Listen and you will know.
I promise. Just listen.
The space of a winter night seems to go on forever. It reaches out seamlessly like a river. At the same time, it wraps and enfolds, so you know you’ll never fall. You know you’ll never really get old or ever have to hurt in your feelings again.
Some winter nights are made for walking the dog and listening to what your thoughts are thinking. Some winter nights are made for watching the stars hold up the sky as they are twinkling. Some winter nights are made for understanding that life is only what happens.
And some winter nights, when we’re dreaming, the sun comes a second time. It paints a splash of sunset where, a second ago, only dark was there.
Winter nights are special, magical, incandescent, but never, ever lonely.
−me strauss Letting me be