This Is Still Winter
The Muse Letter No. 175
This is still winter, I think as I walk up Leith Walk. It got colder in Scotland, the coldest it has been so far this year and the pavements are slippery and going out for five minutes to the shops has to be debated and proven necessary before even considering it.
Most days I am still tired, still unrested, like hibernating for two weeks was not enough.
I feel like Moomin in Tove Jansson’s Moominland Midwinter when he feverishly is waiting for the sun to come back, for life to start again. Every morning he is waiting for the sun to make an appearance as he is told that she will come back within the next days but when the sun is finally rising it is only for a few seconds, peeking over the horizon only to disappear again immediately. Disappointed that winter is still not over that darkness still outweighs light Moomin gets frustrated. Understandably.
I think every new year feels a bit like this: Yo…