Winters are like forced marches. Shod away everything that holds one back, a bit like pruning a dead tree. The beauty of it is in the stillness of it. Some people imagine a deathly, eerie, stillness held together by the lack of change and a sense of cold forbidding. I like to think winters are a sense of finality and an eventual beginning. No more summer sunshine that keeps you toiling for God only knows what end, or a sense of losing yourself in the perpetual change of seasons.
Nature is not complete without winters. It only sees itself properly reflected when it’s winter. It gets a chance to rediscover itself and begin anew. You’ve probably heard this phrase before: ‘Nature ought not to be tampered with’. Well, I believe winters prove this statement right. If you have done good to nature, then you see the results reflected and nature takes care of everything. At the same time, nature replaces that which it does not need- so don’t get yourself replaced.
Whether they be soldiers marching through snowy forests in winter or leaves falling from trees, every creature experiences some sort of diminishing returns brought about through cold winters. The frosty weather regurgitates a sense of struggle in all living creatures. That’s also why birds migrate to warmer climes and other creatures tend to hibernate. Once everything that is supposed to be discarded and replaced, winters give way to spring and warmth that sustains most living creatures,
Frankly, I think that all kinds of nature are uniform. Plants and animals keep us going and so we keep them going. We share certain traits such as the need to respire and move that proves how related we truly are in this circle of Nature. I would like to end by saying that we can truly be one with nature if we believe it has no beginning and no end.