On a Winter's Day
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner
things happen, the resurge of nature.
Most of the snow has disappeared in town, washed away by the rain that's falling. Yesterday afternoon we took a walk in the woods and there the snow lies deep on the ground, with a hard crust that we could walk on. I love the woods in every season - now in winter, the trees are dark and mysterious, heavy with moss. Black pools of water trickle softly and flocks of birds fly overhead.
Today it's back to work, back to studying, back to "normal" life. But always in January there's reflection as thoughts turn over in my head. What is essential? What do I value? What should be left behind? For what am I thankful? What goals should I pursue?
These are the things I'm pondering just now...