I’m trying to embrace winter, and while I resist the double-mitten cold, I try to find joy in the beauty of it while shivering like a swimmer after an icy plunge. Mt. Auburn Cemetery is one place I haunt for its peacefulness. It’s quiet mood has a lot to do with the arboretum-like feel—the sleepy willow trees and placid ponds—but mostly I think it’s because the people are dead. Dusted with snow, it’s at its most tranquil.
You can see I like trees.
And the occasional frozen flower.
So, in my least favorite season, I like to ponder this quote:
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ~ Albert Camus