Winter arrived trailing its fingers across the landscape, draining all color in its wake. Death and suspension litter our surroundings and I find myself tinged with sadness as though experiencing this as a personal loss.
Temperatures dip and the days grow shorter forcing me into my own form of suspended state. . . retreating, reflecting, reassessing.
It's a time for winter coats, hats, scarves and brisk walks; for hot drinks, comfort food, warm blankets and books; for bubble baths, slippers, lotion and warm cotton pyjamas; for curling up in front of a log fire and movie marathons.
It would seem that we all need a time of rest . . . but even in this state nature is still the best elixir.
Linking up with Kat for this months' Photo Heart Connection.