When the north country air is so cold that without layers and layers of fabric underneath, a cloth coat will not prevent your back from being chilled, you stay inside.
And no matter how you have surrounded yourself with lovely things, the monotony of the same four walls and floor and ceiling encasing you with your things, will only be relieved by going outside or, by looking outside.
Walking outside cannot kindle hope of spring – it’s impossible when you are so cold. But looking outside, though a window, when you are warm, you can imagine, or remember, that the white and grey and frozen outside will turn into browns, yellow, greens, red and violet of spring in several months.
And while you wait, you can watch the birds, so impossibly alive.