Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.
Ralph W Emerson
Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Over lowland, over snow and tundra span arches, raised by the rising sun./ See the light is winning! And the stream is streaming towards open minds and towards seeds dreaming of growth.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
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