I live in Michigan, and so winter is a very real, very cold, and often, very white and snowy, thing. When you go far enough north, winter is a feeling, a state of mind, a creature that lives in your bones. It’s an entity that must be confronted, reconciled with, and lived alongside for many, many months (more month than sometimes seems possible), until finally – unbelievably – spring always seems to reappear. For half a year we then manage to forget the cold and silence of winter, until it inevitably creeps back into our lives with its chill and whiteness.
Many people hate the cold, and thus hate winter, even those who insist on living in parts of the world where winter happens every year, without fail. I don’t understand those people, as I find that the easiest way to live in a space is to accept it for all that it is, and try to find the beauty and moments of quiet where they occur. And there’s plenty of them in winter, all of which are shrouded in a special sort of muffled silence that only happens when you’re deeply entombed in ice, snow, and extra blankets.
To break the silence, I’m loving these songs, picked by the folks over at Design*Sponge. They’re so great at finding just the right soundtrack for embracing the seasons (for example, songs for a fall weekend).