Because is there? Really? We used to go to New York every Christmas when I was growing up to stay with my mom’s family for a week, and one of my favorite things to do as soon as we got there (after a 16 hour car ride) was to take in a delicious, deep gulp of the freezing winter air. I remember instantly feeling better, more relaxed, and more refreshed, just feeling the cool breeze on my face.
It’s one of the reasons I love this season so much, maybe even more than any of the other ones (except maybe fall). It surprises me every year when it gets as cold as it was yesterday here in Tennessee but I am always so grateful. Bundling up in warm layers that we only get to wear maybe 3 months out of the year while the freezing air is trying its best to get in is my idea of happiness.
We went out to the land last night and walked the majority of it as the sun was setting. The sky looks so different in the winter, especially at sunset. There is a vast emptiness to it that is equal parts haunting and beautiful to me.
I don’t think this view will ever get old. It’s at the top of the biggest hill on our land and overlooks the valley below. There’s a big rock pile up here that the kids love to slide down, which allows us a few minutes to take in the view. We’ve been talking lately about how perfectly content and happy we could be being out at the land full-time. What would that look like, though? Would we fix up and move into Holiday House? Would we renovate the metal building? For now, just being out here in any capacity is enough for us.
Here’s to many more layers and cold winter nights.