Winter is almost here.
I can taste it in the coolness of the air.
I can see it on my breath.
The time has come to dial down the noise and spend some quality time meditating and praying.
For me, early winter is the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, when I like to skip away from the bustle of preparing for the holidays and spend some quiet time in the woods.
It isn't terribly cold yet and the sun obliges with shadows that are only this interesting once a year.
My eyes notice textures and colors that are obscured by the green and gold of other seasons.
The light is free to play on the water.
And the mauve and gray tones compete with black and white in the late afternoon clouds.
The hearty birds stand guard over the wetlands and provide company for a solitary walker.
My heart feels bigger in the last weeks before the solstice. I find so much to contemplate in the silence of the woods. Everyone else is somewhere else and I can find all the gifts I need, right here in the woods. And I give thanks for them!