The hardest times of my life have always been in winter. It’s a poetic gift from God so I don’t have to try to hard to relate the two. In these hard moments, I go outside, the stars come out, the sky is a dark blue velvet and I can see my breath. No matter what’s going on in these moments, I always feel alive. Wether I’m starving, lost a loved one or feel trapped in a horrible situation, I always feel something good when I go outside at night in winter and breathe. In the easy times, I have just as much love for this view but in hard times, it deepens. Also, it’s kind of like, I don’t know why you’re so scared, you’re looking at a sky filled with a solar system that holds itself in place. It can hold you too. Just breathe.