winter

the view out our front windows, clouds, fog, distant mountains

it is that time of year, all the colors and lights of the holidays are packed away in boxes, all that is left is gray

it is a gray winter day, lack of any color, gray trees, gray sky, thousands of gray branches intertwined to make a gray canopy overhead, wind whistling through them, a few drab brown leaves skittering across the dead grass

the clouds surround us like a cocoon and feel at times claustrophobic, but for the occasional glimpse of mountains in the distance and the hope and faith that spring will come once again

it will be this way for at least two months until the March flowers have had enough and pop up and look around