The skies are grey. The ground is white. The air is cold and crisp.
It’s what I love.
For a moment - the sun peeked thru.
Shining her light on what - perhaps - I hadn’t before seen.
In the empty - is full.
In the space - is vast possibility.
In the quiet - is a song. Silently waiting.
For the unexpected.
For this brave new life.
For community. For family. For friends.
Because - ‘ol woman winter’ - arrived early.