Hi Esther.
As the other guys said, beautiful writing. It makes me want to savor each word. But enough of sentimentalism (sorry, I guess I’m having one of those days!), as I was reading your piece, at some point mid-essay, I started seeing you as a seed burrowed in the ground, in the cold, but staying alive with the heat of its inner core. I know, cheap metaphor to mention your inner strength. But indeed, any seed will burrow into itself during the winter months to blossom once the heat and the sun stimulates the surroundings were your seed-heart now is and the most beautiful of flowers with the most nourishing fruit will grow.
Let’s brave this winter together, Esther.
Pablo