So now we wait for winter to wend its way through months of dark and icy temperatures - and yet there is beauty. I am impatient for warming days and have learned to not look up in the morning when I move towards the car and the commute and the paychecks. But oh, the view in the wintering months can take the breath away.
Doesn't it fascinate to see a familiar landscape in drapery of white and ice? It's as if we enter a new world with a map that is foreign and yet familiar - it is ours but not. And of course it can change with the whim of a pressure system.
And always the green lurks beneath and breaths slowly under white waiting for the turn of the season.
Enjoy the day.
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