The volatile nature of the weather is ambiguously related to that of humans. Call it the comforting hum of a drizzle or the electric yellow of a bright sunny day. Weather, along with plenty of other stimulators , is a great catalyst to the sensitive human emotions. I’m taking my own example here, rainfall automatically forces me to ponder. Think. Think so much that I start to get worried. And then I get into a bad mood. Silly, maybe?
I’ve asked plenty of people about it. Each one of them had an entirely different interpretation regarding the weather. Some said spring made them lazy (I have no idea how). If I become selfish and talk about myself here (which I will) winters make me happy. I know, it’s weird. But there is this cold, damp, smoothness about winters that captivates my emotions and lifts up the mood.
I anxiously wait for winters to come. For the dry earth to moisten by the soft drizzles and later transform into a bedspread of white pearly snow although I haven’t seen or felt snow (it doesn’t snow here) but my imagination has done a commendable job in making making me experience it.
The warmth of christmas always ready to comfort the cold dry steams of human breath, in this misapprehended weather. Everything has a refuge, in the sombre snug winters. A cup of hot chocolate, in a warm blanket, near a fire place, in the middle of the night. Doesn’t that sound magically tempting?
Winters give a pause to the rush of the turbulent human routine. When we don’t have time to stop! Look around. Appreciate the small little things in life. This weather gives us a chance. A chance to live with the gifts we were bestowed with i.e Love. Joy. Elation. Winters makes us realize the lushness of the greenery and appreciate its value as well.
How we miss the pastures!
How we miss the trees!
It makes us love the peaceful nature.
Bestowed with miracles, indeed!
Winter give ways to new beginnings. New ambitions. New emotions. A new year. They mold us and prepare us for the hardships of life- at the same time reminding us that it’s all worth it!
Giving away the philosophical aura, winters have always lulled me into an overwhelming embrace, softly swaying me in a warm infinity. They have always been a friend to me, reviving me, enthralling me and inspiring me towards the thought that it doesn’t matter if you’re cold or white or copious, you’re always beautiful. There’s always someone who’s relying on every little inch of you. That, my friend, is what this season means to me.
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass