When Winter ❲PRO × ANTHOLOGY❳

But here's the thing about winter: it asks nothing of you. It doesn't demand productivity or brightness or joy. It says: Rest. Be still. Hibernate if you must. The earth is sleeping, and you are allowed to sleep too.

So pull on the wool socks. Make the soup that takes three hours. Light the candle that smells like pine and nostalgia. when winter

When winter comes, remember — it is not an ending. It is a turning inward. A long exhale before the world remembers how to bloom again. But here's the thing about winter: it asks nothing of you