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Growing up in Michigan, winter was always my favorite season. The thick, fluffy snow that melted on your tongue, the anticipation of snow days (aka no school), the scent of hot cocoa and the brilliance of the holiday lights, the whimsy of the season was contagious. 

I have lived in sunny Los Angeles for six years now and when I tell people that winter is my favorite season, they are always surprised—amused even. I wish I could give them a glimpse into my mind’s eye to see the winters I experienced as a child. There was joy, laughter and contentment, but my favorite thing was the fresh blanket of snow that a winter’s morning promised. 

My favorite thing was the fresh blanket of snow that a winter’s morning promised. 

The streets were so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop. The snow was lavish and perfect, untouched by the hands and feet of living creatures. It was in those moments that the world seemingly stopped and everything felt just right. For a moment in time, the world was at peace and my soul was steady. 

This winter season, let’s seek out moments of rest and whimsy—whether it’s nestled around the fireplace with loved ones, singing carols while driving to see Christmas lights or waking up early to take in the fresh snow. As we embrace the stillness of winter, may our hearts find contentment once again.

This winter season, let’s seek out moments of rest and whimsy.

With hope,
Stephanie Taylor, Online Managing Editor

How can you be intentional about resetting this winter season? What is the value in moments of solitude and stillness?

Image via Ross Eckert, Darling Issue No. 22

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