always darkest just before the storm

[jazzfish]

Happy Sunreturn to you all. I'm told things only get brighter from here.

Hold on, have faith, survive. Spring will be worth it.

. . . I dunno. I can't really see it, this year. Maybe once the light gets in.

Comments

[pictsy.livejournal.com]

That's the nice thing about observing astronomical winter—as soon as it starts, it gets more bearable every day.

[jude.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
a few more minutes every day.
one foot in front of the other.
we'll make it through. :)

[tamnonlinear.livejournal.com]

It's worth it. If only for the sake of the predictable miracles of spring, it's worth it.

[salzara-tirwen.livejournal.com]

Around here, it's coldest in January and February. We had a little snow the other day and we might have some cold snaps between September and November, but because water is weird stuff that we're surrounded by, the worst of the winter happens after solstice. It's usually 60-70 on Christmas.

[jazzfish]

In theory, for certain values of "bearable." At least the sun will start moving out from being directly in my eyes as I turn into the parking lot at work.

[jameshroberts.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's preferable to August.

[jazzfish]

Yeah. *deep breath* That we will.

[jazzfish]

In my experience spring is filled with unpredictable messes.

. . . I think that must be what's got me so rattled. There wasn't anything even slightly wrong about this spring, and for the first time since high school February wasn't made of badness and/or confusion. Instead it's all snuck up on me in the fall, which is supposed to be a season of happy crunchy leaves and crisp weather and renewal.

[jazzfish]

Oh, yeah, I'm used to it actually acting like winter in late January and February. Metaphorically, though, it works better to pretend that the days getting longer actually means something.

[jazzfish]

In literal weather terms I am hardly going to argue with you. This has been a pretty awesome winter and pre-winter so far and August is always miserable.

Metaphorically. . . heck, even metaphorically this is better than August, in my own odd cosmology. August is a time for nervously awaiting the results of the changes from earlier in the summer.