I like winter, I really do. There is absolutely nothing like the feeling of walking into the crisp air on a winter day, looking around at the fresh snowfall, the world bathed in white. Sure, winter comes with frigid temperatures and disparingly gray skies and the month of February, but it is still likable. It isn't a season for me to "get through," but rather take in and enjoy.
Until that first taste of spring.
This happened a bit early this year, when I completed a week of teaching on my new schedule. I completed a week and looked back, and realized that I never again have to walk to or from school in the dark.
It's been a cold and dark Romanian winter. And hope springs (hehe- get it?) anew.
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