This is the nothing period.
The waiting time.
Waiting is hard.
Short, fragile days, hoping that life will spring back soon.
We have to wait, though. Forcing the buds open will kill them.
We pretend we aren’t waiting. We eat cheese, bring lights inside and have parties. We try to connect or withdraw. We think if we do something then the wintering will be over quicker.
Unfortunately, it takes as long as it takes, which is heartbreaking.
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