What's the fear of winter beyond the bite of cold air? While we wait for spring, nature reveals the landscape in an array of bare bones. Auxins have drained into sycamores' roots and squirrels scamper to store their cache of nuts.
Everything moves into its simple form as a gesture for us to follow.
How the words of winter entice with their requests for ways to adorn the emptiness. This begins the search for mysteries in your own enrichment and growth that will blossom by spring.
Revel in this time before the season's change into spring. It provides an opportunity to consider the basics. The slower pace stimulates a search inward.