A Gray winter landscape. I walked around the yard looking for remnants of the last bit of color. There was an absence of light. The sky was cold and gray.
I took a couple of photos but realized the difficulty of finding a shot was inevitable.
Every season has its moment of clarity. Something nature teaches us that we need to know, unfortunately most of the time we’re not sure what the message is we need to realize.
This afternoon I regrouped, adjusted my color palette and realized I was in the full grip of winter and instead of fighting it, I embraced it. It’s not the time we spend in between lives that destroys us, it’s how we handle those moments of slack tide.