In The Bleak Midwinter

The house has gone quiet.

The floors creak a little louder.

The windows frost over.

Someone lights a candle before the sun has even set.

In the Bleak Midwinter is not about the holidays. It’s about what comes after the door closes behind you. Wool blankets draped over old chairs. Orange peels drying above the stove. Snow gathering quietly beyond the windows. The first fire of the evening. A house that has settled into stillness.

And, for a little while, Christmas finds its way inside.