I sit here, trying with all my might to enjoy the beauty of winter.
To see and recognize the glory of it, despite my shivering bones.
It IS as magical of a season as any,
perhaps more magical in some ways ~
all that work quietly happening under ground and right before our very eyes . . .
But still, as lovely as this ice appears,
oh my . . . that lovely green of Spring . . .
how I cannot wait for it.
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