I love the bare bones of winter. The windswept solitary landscapes that speak of cold and golden moments of stillness.
It’s a mistake to think that winter is a dead season. It’s a season of well-deserved rest for nature,
And beneath those bones, there is furious activity after a long period of sleep. Seeds are popping, roots growing,
Flowers waiting patiently to be born.
Beneath the weight of ice and snow, there is a feeling of something more…
Something is waiting there.
It’s just that we can’t see the whole story.
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