A Two‑Hour Journey From Winter to Almost‑Spring
I needed just two hours to travel from wintery Poland to almost‑spring London. I love both places—the quiet, crisp mornings of Wrocław and the soft, early light that London offers in February. When I stepped out of the airport, daffodils in full bloom greeted me like a small, golden choir. And in that moment, something simple and grounding settled in me: Nature doesn’t rush, doesn’t pretend, and doesn’t perform. It simply continues—rhythmic, steady, beautiful—no matter our circumstances or moods. Lately, my inner world has been heavy: the death of my Mum, caring for my elderly father, the ongoing struggle of my brother’s alcoholism —and, quietly in the background, my own long battle with cancer , a journey that takes years and reshapes everything. These responsibilities arrived suddenly, stretching my days and my heart in ways I never expected. The Stoics loved nature for exactly this reason. They saw it as a teacher, a mirror, and a reminder that life moves in cycles . Winter is not...
