Maybe

With each passing year, I love winter more.

Maybe it is because most days I don't need to face the dangers of driving in the snow.

Maybe it is because I know that we need cold weather and snow in this part of the world for our crops to grow this year.

Maybe it is because I live in a house with heat.

Maybe it is because photographing snowy winters boils down to shapes, no confusion of colour.

Maybe it's the soft feel under my feet when I walk on a fresh snowfall.

Maybe it is because I don't feel the pressure of tending to the gardens.

Maybe it is because in the winter I give myself permission to sit inside and paint all day or make felted bunnies and mice or read.

Maybe it is because the feel of snowflakes falling on my face is wonderful.

Maybe it is because some days, when there is a fresh snowfall, it feels like the world is new.

I love winter.

“Maybe you can afford to wait.

Maybe for you there's a tomorrow.

Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows,

or three thousand,

or ten,

so much time you can bathe in it,

roll around it,

let it slide like coins through you fingers.

So much time you can waste it.

But for some of us there's only today.

And the truth is,

you never really know.”

Lauren Oliver