The Heat Inside Winter

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Winter teaches subtraction. It strips away what is decorative, leaving only what sustains. Camus points to something precise: the summer is not borrowed from elsewhere. It is already there, beneath the cold, patient and intact. This is not optimism. It is the simple fact of your own heat, the metabolism that keeps working whether you notice it or not. The practice is noticing. Not generating warmth. Recognizing it.