T.S. Eliot wrote that "...April is the cruellest month." Some would argue that December is harder. But I love December now. My very favorite holiday, Christmas, is in December. In fact, I now love November, December and January and February. A total flip from loving June, July and August. I grew up a summer-loving girl. Now I dread summer and it's record breaking heat; temperatures hotter and hotter and hotter every year.
But in the winter, sheets of soft gray cover the skies and a gentle blue blends in
as the day goes on. The air is crisp and a slow appearing sun pokes through ropes of white sky.
may the sun bring you new energy by day
may the moon softly restore you by night
may the rain wash away your worries
may the breeze blow new strength into your being
may you walk gently through the world and know it's beauty all the days of your life.
- Apache Blessing