Reasoning with winter
I don’t know why, but I don’t feel quite the same this year. I’m feeling a pull that I would usually expect in the spring, an almost magnetic force, impossible to see and difficult to resist. It’s coming, as it always does, from somewhere beyond the horizon and it’s hard to know the source, but it’s undeniably there. I feel like there are too many extraneous cobwebs on my soul and I need a blast of winter air to blow them away.