Winters end... or at least I hope so soon.
I look out my window at this tree and think how much we are alike... Patiently waiting for winter to be over... when I can feel like we come alive again. Winter in the north equals waiting... waiting for springtime when everything becomes anew with life. Especially on dreary days like today... warmer but cool, damp from 4 days of clouds and rain, isolated and quiet. Not a bird, not a sound... complete silence. The only thing moving is the gentle breeze that hints of early spring.
