Winter settles into the bones and a city's bones are steel. Cold and unyielding, it seems the last place to find renewal. Be it skyscrapers or rust scraping subway trains, winter gloom's deep.
It is easy to give up hope. You begin to doubt your dreams of warmth. Do not worry. Time passes even here. Spring is a force undaunted.
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“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead.”
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead.”
- A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
