Mornings are a little brighter these days. The snow keeps piling up, which makes Lily very happy.
I used to hate winter. The cold was almost too much to bear and I stayed inside as much as possible.The cold doesn't bother me when I am out with Lily. I look forward to finding something lovely out there.
On the quietest, most bitterly cold mornings, there are still lots of things happening. If you pay attention, you might see them.
I never much cared for crows before either. Their cries irritated me, and their large size struck me as ugly. Now I find them beautiful.
They withstand cold winter nights and gather together each morning to celebrate their survival.
We walk past these maple keys almost every day and I wonder, how are they still hanging on? They look like faded dragonflies weathering a storm.
Because I am paying more attention to what I see, even though we walk to a lot of the same places each morning, I actually feel like I'm walking out into a new world each day.