(spring is coming but...)

In the deep sleep of winter, where I come from, skylight is clear, stars twinklier, and the iridescent sheen of thousands of water-droplets-turned-glimmery-snowflakes grace us with sheer delight for months & months on end. Here in the northland, the wind howls and the icicles tingle and the trees creak--taught & sturdy. I love to hike in boots or snowshoes amidst nature's beauty, in the cold-cold-nose-hair-freezing bitterness--particularly after a fresh snow fall; and see what I can see...