It's weeks like this that make me wonder if I can ever live away from cold winters. I'm kind of a homebody anyway, so freezing temperatures give me a great excuse to stay inside, but when that cold melts away, the sun comes out, and you can finally step outside again, it's a wonderful feeling. A rebirth, of sorts. Plus, there's the added bonus of watching so many people talk about how they can finally be happy again because it's warming up and getting sunny again, as if that option wasn't available during the winter. We let such odd things take our emotions hostage.
But that's a particularly controversial post for another time.
I've already said it on my Twitter, but it's worth repeating here. My favorite stories, or at least the ones that resonate with me most, are ones where life comes after a death. Garden State is my favorite example. After the death of his mom, Andrew Largeman discovers life. Whatever else happens in the movie, you could sum it up with that sentence. Absolutely worth seeing if you haven't done so already.
There's something beautiful about that. About something worthwhile coming from almost unbearable pain. Religious imagery aside — even though I think that's important too — people need to believe that they can find meaning in the worst moments of their lives. That's what these stories show, and they give us all hope that we can do the same.
So that's what I love about winter and its inevitable change to spring. It's nature's story of life coming from death. It's the perfect imagery that down does not equal out. It shows us that even the worst storms will end, if we can just brave the cold for one more day.