This winter was real.
Snowy. Frosty. Blindingly white.
The kind we hadn’t seen in years, almost like in childhood.
It crunched under our feet, painted patterns on the windows, taught us to slow down and listen to the quiet.
And yet, it became one of the hardest.
Darkness without warning.
Cold radiators.
Water that wasn’t there.
Light disappearing together with the feeling of safety.
It was a winter of shelling and endurance.
A winter of candles, thermoses, and warm blankets.
A winter when Ukrainians once again proved: we shine even when everything around us is dark.
And now - the doorstep of spring.
I want to believe that after every dark day, there will be light.
That after a long night, morning always comes.
That warmth returns - first to the air, and then to the heart.
What was this winter like for you?
I’d love to hear your reflections or memories.
May spring bring us more light and more stories that keep us warm. 🌿
