Point of View: The World Holds Its Breath
Winter is normally a time when the world catches its breath, balanced between the worn-out old year and the fresh promise of the new. Bears and squirrels disappear into warm caverns and burrows, as the snowfall descends across the naked land. We exchange our short-sleeved shirts for itchy sweaters and lock ourselves inside warm boxes. And when we do go outside, the heat of our breath makes little clouds in the air. We struggle through the winter holidays – rain and snow and colds and flus and now Covid – and wait in expectation for the gentle breezes of spring … Read more
