Winter (of my discontent)

I find it more difficult to find joy in the winter the older I get.  Trapped by the cold and the darkness. At this time of year both ends of my workday are dark (although I am noticing the extra minutes of light each day ..yay), and I am feeling the lack of fresh air and sunshine keenly. Compounded by illness my mood is as dark and grey as the winter skies most days.  

On the days that I can, I venture out for a walk in the brisk air soaking up as much of the sun as I can and allowing nature to do what it does best for me.  Calming the chaos.  Restoring the balance.

A walk by cold calm Lake Ontario.

I am counting down the days till spring.  Until the garden is once more.