What seems cold
Is warm... and about to grow warmer.
What seems stark
Is budding... and about to prove full.
What seems harsh
Is soft... and about to blossom tender.
Though the sun is masked,
These clouds of gray are but a blanket's comfort.
Trees towering bare
Teem with life anew.
Winter bids an unassuming adieu.
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Fall called this afternoon from our back door.
So my little guy and I headed down to the creek.
We discovered the world along the way.
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~My Heart Is In Your Hands~
It had been awhile since I looked at this image,
but it seems like yesterday that it was in my lens.
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