A friend in Maine sent a photograph this morning:In answer, I took this one:While we shiver some 1,200 miles from each other, we both embrace winter, its furies and beauties. The deer crossing my yard several times a day struggle to find the food they need; the raccoon on a friend's deck last evening scrounged in her bird feeder for a little something; the people I know are bundling up, staying inside, drinking hot tea and coffee while they work or read or clean or compute. Everyone is talking about the temperature. Me, too.
I like the seasons, even this one, that turns year to year, on a sharp edge, an acidic cleansing that pierces and promises spring.