Samara O'Shea

A Little Warm in my Heart

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father’s glove

~ Tori Amos

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I had a moment with winter yesterday. I stood on my front step, marveled at the snow sitting perfectly on the tree branches, took in a full breath of cold air, and just appreciated. I appreciated the season in a way I never have before. It doesn’t excite me as it did when I was a child, but I am determined not to let it annoy me as I have in years past. We spend a solid three months with winter—sometimes more. The best we can do is find the good in her. This photo doesn’t capture exactly how I felt, but I suppose a photo can’t.