Oh, I know that there is plenty of snow and cold yet to come. Snow and cold to enjoy, I think. Everything is so soft, so muted in the winter. My little world sleeps around me, breathing serenely.
The gradual change of light warms my passage into the new year. I am resting, too. Resting until that morning when a wet smell hints that the snow is melting and I hear the first wren claim a nesting place. As the sun comes back, wending toward the actual east-west axis of the vernal equinox, it brings back life and energy and the joyous romping of the wild things.
Watch the sun set a little later each evening, and see if you don't agree with me.