Winter is often used as an image of the end of something, usually the death of that thing, and while I don't like being pessimistic I do feel quite a chill from the Presidential elections. Chilled fingers descend and close; Winter's hand freezes its grip. The numbness you feel these months Emanates here, and tenses. But the imagery of Winter doesn't have to end at death, because Spring follows it can be a cyclic image. And so, I hope that this added bite of cold to the world is but one more step toward a Springtime. Wishing you well whatever the outcome.

Published by Andrew Davies