The winter winds howl as the sun crawls to bed…. the trees are empty and the skies are clear…..

There is a stillness that causes me to reflect….. I wonder how many winters I have left…..

The cold seems to lock things in place and the night doesn’t fall…… it envelopes…..

It is a sign of the season that additional layers of clothing do little to circumvent the chill of winter…..

I appreciate the heaviness that slows everything as opposed to the influx of energy in the spring…..

Winter winds sweep away the loose items in our heads that aren’t fixed or secured…. Leaving us with the reality that life is constant and part of that consistency is …….Winter Winds

ttucro/collector of smiles