Dear Winter ,

I’m probably one of the very very few who absolutely loves you. 

Sure, you can be terribly harsh and hard. Even sans the snow, the bitter wind makes us feel so numb that we sometimes don’t notice some fluid is already dripping down our feels-like-nonexistent-nose. Trees and plants look so bare and dried up most would think it’s gone and died up. 

But whenever I look at these seemingly dried up plants and bare trees, I see so much promise. And I smile because I know below the ground and within those trunks and branches, there’s life that’s throbbing and  preparing a beautiful surprise that’s called Spring. And whenever I look up at the brilliantly blue sky, the breathtaking sunrise and brilliant sunsets, I exclaim with a big smile on my face and a grateful heart to God, “Ah, Winter! I’m glad you’re here.”