A winter note

Winter leaves things uncovered.

When branches are bare, you can see what usually hides behind them. Houses, paths, the shape of the land. Nothing new appears. It was always there. It just becomes visible.

I feel this season the same way. With less noise around, perception sharpens. Feelings sit closer to the surface.

Lately, I’ve been watching black and white Hollywood films from the 1940s, and a few French classics. I love how naïve they seem at first. Simple dialogue, straightforward emotions, almost innocent. And yet, they carry meaning quietly, through pauses, glances, the way someone stands in a room. Nothing is explained. You’re trusted to notice.

After the winter solstice, something shifts. The light has turned. It begins its slow return.

With love,

Olga