It is amazing how much life can be found beneath winter’s barren front. As I walked through the forest today a chorus of songbirds and the gentle trickle of the melting river comforted me. Several woodpeckers knocked in the distance; I wish I had binoculars so I could have looked for them.

Winter has a solemn way of appearing still and silent when seen through a window, but doesn’t everything lose its vigour when viewed through glass? Once you finally venture outside, you discover how much life is bustling amidst the frozen world.

Sometimes I think my own life behaves this way; it’s one of the reason’s The Bell Jar resonated with me in such a way. I can get so caught up in what’s going on in my mind that it’s like I’m viewing the world through glass-cut off from it in such a way that it is silent and lifeless. It’s nice to take a step outside.

I’m looking at you through the glass
Don’t know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you
That forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

–“Through Glass”, Stone Sour