Impressions of a winter walk in late February.
Finding magic in the mundane.
A feather, a sprout.
Climbing a hill to sit with a tree.
A big, old, wise one.
Reminding me to pause.
Despite lengthening days and the return of the sun.
Despite a mind filled with garden shenanigans and new inspiration.
To take an afternoon nap.
To journal and dream.
To warm the heart and feed the soul.
To still winter.