Musing about winter.

January is coming to a close. It’s strange, this passing-of-time. I keep hearing “time isn’t real, but is a construct.” I admit, it’s difficult to wrap my mind around because the sunrises, the seasons, every breath in and out — these all feel like an obvious indication of time’s existence.

Construct or not, time is passing and we will soon see the backside of January. I’ve not minded it much this year, though normally I detest January. I have enjoyed several evenings with a relaxing classical playlist over a speaker, our electric fireplace doing its best to imitate the ambience, the gentle light of lamps and candles lighting the corners of our living room, and reading a good book in a moment of stillness. I believe this is Hygge. Right?

It’s such a blessing to be tucked safely into my warm home while the snow fills the air and clutters the walkways and roads — to look out and enjoy the beauty of the weather without the inconvenience.

Not everyone has snow, and half the world is in the heart of summer. I forget that. But here in Utah, we’re working our way slowly through winter and I wonder if everyone enjoys this romanticized idea of winter. And as much as I am not minding the winter this year, in my heart I am already imagining my garden and flowers. I’m making plans to finally try planting budleia again. I’m hoping and waiting for spring.