After several cold, dark and dreary days, the sun has finally made an appearance. Whenever the sun is shining, I feel extremely hopeful. I feel inspired and have the impression that anything is possible. It is a very distinct feeling that I nevertheless have a hard time describing. It is a very abstract answer to deep longings I have, a cozy warm feeling deep inside me that makes me see the world in a different light.
Even though temperatures are still sometimes slightly below freezing at night, I am currently happiest when I imagine sitting on our tiny balcony with my husband, enjoying warm summer evenings while sipping a glass of rum or a cocktail. As a person who does not feel comfortable in darkness, my favorite seasons are definitely spring and summer. Only since becoming a knitter have I started tolerating the colder and darker months of the year because lower temperatures certainly act as a catalyst for my knitting output. This year, fueled by my interest in designing, I have actually stated considering more consciously which projects are seasonally appropriate to knit, as well as wear. Perhaps it is merely an excuse for not picking up some languishing works in progress now that I would deem more appropriate for “summer knitting,” but I feel a lot more in charge of my creative process, as well as my making in general now.
At least all my adult life, I have spent the winter months longing for spring and the end of the summer, as well as the beginning of fall, dreading the darkness and cooler temperatures in winter. It is not a very healthy thought pattern, I believe. Therefore, I have been trying very hard to appreciate the good things associated with each season. Winter is perfect for cozying up on the couch with my husband and furry babies and watching a good TV show while knitting away on a cozy garment. I immensely enjoy eating root vegetables and spending Christmas with my family. While I do not enjoy skiing or spending the whole day outside when it is freezing cold, I get excited when snow is falling and a clean white layer of snow covers the world for a few hours or days. There is nothing more peaceful than watching the snow fall steadily in nature, far away from traffic and the hectic city life. Because I tend to be a bit more thoughtful and melancholic in the colder, darker months, I am extremely grateful having a warm and comfortable home, as well as a hobby that warms my heart.