The winter this year seems to drag along like an old blanket. It makes me think of the Robert Bly poems about the winter and cold, one of the few poets who approaches the effect of winter on the psyche.
Our winters in South Dakota require a changed mind about how a person lives his life, still retaining a connection to the patterns and seasons of nature and the cycle of death and rebirth. It's NOT always sunny in South Dakota. Sometimes, it's damn cold, and the wind blows, and we huddle against it. That takes some work, and planning. One day, you might be planning to get outside, take your skis, get in a little exercise, and enjoy the sunlight. After all, it's the weekend!
But that morning the wind is hurling last week's snow through the air, and an outing loses its savor.
We learn to roll with those disappointments. We recognize that we are small, we need warmth, and we sometimes need to bow to the seasons and protect the heat our bodies make.