I know that technically it isn't winter until December 21st but my internal thermometer tells me otherwise. With all the foliage gone a unique type of beauty emerges. The air feels clean again.There's a pleasing simplicity to the raw contrast between the barren woods and open waters bordered by ice.
Even the slightest sign of sunshine brings anticipation that there will soon be relief from the chill that numbs the hands.A bluebird perched on a tree breaks the spell of the silent woods. Watching the sun reflect off their feathers as they stand on the tracks is a welcome sight that adds warmth to a cold winter's walk.
