That which was lush and green months ago was, for a few hours, perfectly framed in it's deathlike trance of winter slumber. Last year's prosperity still had it's reminders to show me. And the lessons from last year's painful sadness still hung heavy in the air.
And yet, there I was. Outside at 7:00am, completely captivated by this snapshot of frosty winter magic that was already melting away around me. What many might consider painfully dreary and bitterly cold struck me as divine and timeless. Where many find dread and betrayal, lonliness and sickness, I continue to find warmth and inspiration. After all, right there the unplanted seeds from last summer. Seeds held aloft in their dried out husks, and what some might consider to be a dreadful loss appeared to me, and only to me, as simply beautiful.