i love winter. when i lived in wyoming, winter was considerably more “involved” than it is in texas. but the fact remains; winter is the season of death. no matter where you live.
certainly i am no lover and harbinger of death. “slayer” is not carved into my arm. but i am obsessed with what inevitably walks patiently beside death: the opportunity for renewal.
where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure. ~ rumi
there was a time in my life when my heart froze over – it took so many years to thaw. sufjan’s song sister winter reminds me of this time.
it seems to be a beautiful and poignant letter of explanation to his friends. he tells them that his heart has returned to sister winter, and is as cold as ice. the weight of sadness is almost too much to bear.
he goes on to describe in filmic detail a failed relationship. it cuts deep into the listener.
but what i love most about sister winter is the end of the song. it builds and builds… and when all of this scar tissue and raw emotion culminate and burst forth, breaking free from the frost, sufjan belts out an intense, “and my… friends, i’ve… returned to wish you all the best… and my… friends, i’ve… returned to wish you… a… happy Christmas!” the ice melts, and love flows again.
it ends with bittersweet undertones. sustained strings in unison fade.
may spring come! but not before we have proper time to mourn our losses.