Our lives are coloured by various events that come, at least to me, like images, both stark and beautiful. The passing minutes, days and hours, have their own coldness in winter (but also, thank God, the promise of spring).

Formative interactions with family, friends, even strangers help to shape and direct our paths. A certain Providence orders our ways and guides our steps whatever thoughts or actions we may forge.

This, rather than being depressing, helps give certitude, necessary boundaries, freedom even. In winter, I miss – and look for colours that bring joy, and that tower over the necessary, and otherwise bland, greys and shimmering whites of our small landscapes.