I’m not in the habit of wishing time away, but as summer wanes I find myself saying many times a day: I cannot wait until it is cold.
I don’t enjoy being too cold, however everything up until that point is pure magic to me. Stepping into a new realm, right here on our planet, is a foreign world where our bodies are not equipped to live without substantial assistance. That in itself strikes a reverence, an acknowledgement that while we walk on this earth, nature is above all.
It is one thing I love about the cold—beneath the excitement is respect that dances with fear as it drives the animal body back to warmth with final certainty.
Perhaps this is a healthy mindset to find ourselves in from time to time, lending steps that are transcendent in spirit despite being bound by the gravity of being.