We actually had a proper winter in Brooklyn this year. It's pretty novel, at least compared to recent winters, to be able to walk to Prospect Park during the last weekend in February, and snap a picture of the lake frozen over. I looked at this picture, and I thought of times that I've felt frozen over, when a deep winter in my life had left me unsure of how to proceed, uncertain of who to be in the world. But even if spring comes a little late, it always comes. Before too long, the lake at Prospect Park will be open water again. The seasons of our lives are much the same way.
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I froze once
Later I was lost
Morning light
And healing powers
Thawing ice
I'll wait for hours