Lady Winter finally kissed the valley where I live.
There’s snow on the mountains, and the riverbeds that lay forgotten, buried amongst aged and weakened tree branches, are once again alive with water. Up and over, around and under, trickles quickly became muddy flows, and reminded me to be more like the water.
“Keep moving forward,” the water nymphs whispered.
“Let me run to the water,” the fox said, as he ran across my path on his way back to the oak woodland.
All around life is stretching.
Reaching for the sun.
Dancing in the rain.
With camera in hand I traipse through the mud, smell the rain, the joy, the life.