In some ways Winter can be a 'lonely' season. We are often captives inside our warm, dry homes - while wind and snow and ice rage outside. We are hermits of a sort.
Now it is March and Spring is not far away. As I walked this morning I looked up at the bare limbs of the Winter trees.
Behind them was a brilliant blue sky. It was like an interim between the two seasons - with each season represented in the simpleness of bare trees and deep blue sky.
How I love the change of seasons. Just as I'm getting tired of one the next one appears.
"When the seasons shift, even the subtle beginning, the scent of a promised change, I feel something stir inside me. Hopefulness? Gratitude? Openness? Whatever it is, it's welcome." - Kristin Armstrong