During winter everything cools down. The air becomes dry. The sun, the bears, and the human beings go into hibernation. The moon rules. The wind rules. Silence rules.
It is a time for death. It is a time for reflection. It is a time for imagination.
It is a time to rub your hands together over and over until you have warmth.
It is a time when the world slows and tiptoes.
The wind whispers things long forgotten.
And you do everything to keep the little fire alive inside you.
ROOT OF ROOTS 