As a child, I loved winter. I couldn’t get enough of it. I’d play for hours in the snow, sledding down our dangerously steep hills and building snow forts until my mother begged me to come inside and warm up.
As an adult, I dread winter, but there’s one aspect, perhaps winter’s only saving grace, that I can appreciate now that I’m older: the beauty. Is there anything more magical than walking outside late at night, in the moonlight, after the snow has fallen? The earth is quiet, and the fresh snow alights the world with its seemingly glittering glow. It is the absolute definition of tranquillity, and it is, perhaps, Mother Nature’s finest moment.
This month, I want to capture that beauty and tranquillity in a fabric bundle. I’ll…
