November is coming to an end. We are sliding into December, into winter, into the busy-ness of holidays.
It’s a good time to pause, take a deep breath, and look at the world around us.
Because this time of the year has it’s own beauties, here towards the north where winter visits. Trees’ bare lacy branches make delicate patterns against the green of their evergreen cousins, against the changing colors of rocks, against moving clouds and changing sky.
Morning light is soft and kind, making bare branches glow and creating pools of light and shadow across the landscape. Long morning and evening rays cast long, elegant shadows across the ground. Snow, when it comes, reflects its own wintery light.
The sun is more precious, now. We look for it, enjoy its rising and regret its going more, because the time it spends with us is shorter.
On these mornings when we wake to the glitter of frost (and the sound of scrapers on car windshields) we know that it is just winter visiting briefly, flirting with us.
Soon it will come to stay a while.