You know that we're entering the last bend of winter when you suddenly start appreciating the crisp chill in the air, or even the relative coolness.
There's a peculiar joy in savouring these final days when the temperature drops to almost announce that it's happy to perform a short encore.
The air carries a sharpness that awakens the senses. It feels both invigorating and fleeting. Each breath is a reminder of the season's waning power, a crystalline freshness that will soon give way to the languid warmth of summer.
There is thrill in the contrast: bite of cold against skin, comfort of woollen layers, pleasure of wrapping fingers around a steaming cuppa. Streets glisten under pale sunlight, and trees stand poised, limbering up to burst into full green in a month or two. It is a moment suspended between two worlds - winter's charm and summer's stubbornness - where one can relish the clarity of the present.
The bliss you feel lies in the awareness of this transience. This 'last hurrah' sharpens thought, heightens sensation, and makes even ordinary scenes shimmer with significance.
There's a peculiar joy in savouring these final days when the temperature drops to almost announce that it's happy to perform a short encore.
The air carries a sharpness that awakens the senses. It feels both invigorating and fleeting. Each breath is a reminder of the season's waning power, a crystalline freshness that will soon give way to the languid warmth of summer.
There is thrill in the contrast: bite of cold against skin, comfort of woollen layers, pleasure of wrapping fingers around a steaming cuppa. Streets glisten under pale sunlight, and trees stand poised, limbering up to burst into full green in a month or two. It is a moment suspended between two worlds - winter's charm and summer's stubbornness - where one can relish the clarity of the present.
The bliss you feel lies in the awareness of this transience. This 'last hurrah' sharpens thought, heightens sensation, and makes even ordinary scenes shimmer with significance.