There is a wisdom in the changing of the seasons. Gorgeous colors this fall make me ask, “When did I last see such a brilliant display?” Now it is gone. The stark nakedness has its own beauty: trees outlined against a brilliant, blue sky, surreal in the evening light.
The open arms of bare branches seem to be saying: “I’m ready winter. Come on, cover me with your blankets of white.”
Rest easy my friends, I know you’ll be back to work in the spring.