Something of the Winter

“there is something of the Winter that is primal, mysterious and utterly irreplaceable, something both bleak and profoundly beautiful, something essential to this myth of ourselves, to the story of our humanity, as if we somehow need the darkness of the winter months to replenish our inner spirits as much as we need the light, energy and warmth of the summer…Winter, more than any other, was the season of the imagination, of transformed magical landscapes and the eerie silence of the snow.” – Sting, from ‘If on a Winter’s Night…”