It is winter, still. But much of the snow has melted and the days with sunshine bring a growing heat, as each afternoon climbs out out of each morning's frozen grip. The warmth extends to the quality of the light, to the golden glow of last season's grasses. These amber-soaked tassels pour pools of color into landscapes that would otherwise be built on shades of grey.
As we wander, our eyes are drawn to small splashes of color, to shapes, to motion, to patterns. And in this season of mostly cold, the small warmth we find will suffice to lead us onward.
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