Winter Air

Winter mists cling feverishly to the air, a reminder of the season despite the warming sun suspended in the sky. Days are beginning to stretch out; birds are singing their morning newsreels earlier, and calling the close of day later.

Snowdrops have declared a hope for better days on the horizon like a white flag of truce to Mother Nature. Crocuses are poking through, painting landscapes in dapples of colour.

I am still in awe of the seasons. From the autumnal oranges and falling leaves to that one blissful weekend of snow. It’s still a novelty for me, having spent the last few years as close to the equator as possible.

A cleanse of nature, it’s the most natural thing in the world. A detox for our mind, body, and soul…

Taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of our surroundings is a privilege I am so grateful to have. Be thankful for the small things when the big things are out of our control. Look to the colours of the sky and smile as the sun warms your skin. Our planet is an incredible place.

I’ve traveled to the far reaches of the world and there is no richer colour than that of a stark British blue sky. It’s almost as if we are on the edge of the sphere, at the border to another realm, a magical world full of wonder just waiting for someone to jump high enough and cross over…

Snowdrops blooming on a green field

I have been quiet for the past few weeks. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been inspired. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. My head has been brimming with ideas and stories, while my hand has been struggling to make sense and keep up.

For weeks I have been trying to find the right words for this post, anxiously carving out words and scrapping them in a dramatic rage because I feel they aren’t ‘good-enough’. But that’s not what it’s about. I was focusing on a big-picture of being inspirational for people and losing sight of the little thing of simply enjoying each day.

This winter has been a reset of sorts for me. I feel focused and energised, even though I have no idea of the direction I’m heading. The winter air has cleansed the static build up in my mind and refreshed my body.

So, as we begin the emerge out of the winter air, try to see it through new eyes. Look to the blooming crocuses and daffodils dappling the grass, breathe in the freshness of each new day, and remember to smile for the little things.

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