To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind
than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
- George Santayana
I read this quote recently and I keep coming back to it. I would definitely describe myself as being "hopelessly in love with spring," especially in these cold, dreary days of January and now, finally, February. I'm trying to find, and remember, the beauty in winter. What has helped is remembering a recent visit to the beach on a blustery January.
It was windy and as cold as you'd expect. Not much sun, but a beautiful sky with interesting streaks of clouds brightened with sunlight.
It wasn't too cold for finding treasures!
Champ, of course, didn't mind the cold wind. He said he much prefers it to the hot sands of August.
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