Winter was once the season that filled my heart with joy.
I eagerly awaited its arrival, savoring the first hints of a chill in the air. There was magic in the way rain danced against my window, each drop painting the earth back to life.
The crisp air, infused with the scent of damp soil and fresh leaves, brought a sense of peace.
It was a season of hope, of renewal.
Inside our home, warmth wrapped around us like a blanket, a stark contrast to the cold outside. My mother would prepare hot tea and biscuits on rainy afternoons, and we would gather by the fire as a family.
Stories flowed as easily as our laughter, and our home became a sanctuary, shielding us from the world outside.
But now, winter is a season I dread…..more
