Dear Me,
At a point in winter, often about two thirds the way in, our strength to perservere and maintain optimism are put to test. This is especially so of those long and hard winters; the kind that starts off early and strong, the kind with few days sunshine and unrelenting cold and snow, the kind that shows no signs of lifting early. In these winters, and at that point within them, we rely heavily on that warm flame of hope and optimism that flickers down deep, that unmoveable and unshakeable faith and conviction of a truth that, when it comes to winter, this too shall pass. The knowing that every winter must gives way to spring.
— Dear Me, Original Thought
Dear Me, 