The change of season brings with it a change in our moods. After the exuberance of the summer and colorful days of fall, it takes a while to accept the cold and dark days. I seek solace in Tagore's poem .. that even the dreariness of winter conceals the birth of new life:
It is not merely a song of the end
Only it seems that the end is near
Deep within them is the call of return
O Winter you conceal
Within the deep nights and barren branches
What you will return in Spring.
(‘Sheet’, Purabi, 145, translations by Amrit Sen)