Behind the Veil of the Vale
So many of us talk about winter as though it were this vampire with ice in its veins. We blame it for our lethargy and depression, complaining we can’t go anywhere, as if Jack Frost had locked us inside our homes, where we’re forced to make like Bob Cratchit and coerce every degree of heat from a potbellied stove that isn’t up to the task. But if only it were spring!