The leaves have fallen and the trees stand bare. It's tempting to turn inside for the season.
But there is beauty in the desolate. Red cheeks against a gray backdrop. The life, the living, stand at attention.
It's important not to give any season undeserved praise.
As the darkest day of the day draws near, I plan to honor it. Honor the short days. Honor the long nights.
The cold outside.
The warm within.