January 13th, 2013

I've wondered recently why the new year happens in the wintertime. Just when everything's sleeping, waiting for spring. Why wasn't it put in February, or March, or April, when everything is renewing itself for spring? It makes more sense to me. Why celebrate a new beginning in the winter? Why not celebrate it in the spring, when the surroundings echo the very idea?

It makes more sense to me. In the winter the whole world sleeps in the cold, waiting for the un and warmth to come back so it can burst out with new life. But we celebrate new beginnings in the winter.