Winter White

Although the ground is laced with snow nor slick with ice; it’s a cold day of chilled winds and gray skies. I feel for the bird puffed up on the pavement of the trail seeking shelter from winds.

We’re both waiting for the warmth of sunshine, for a change of season to come our away. “Now is the winter of our discontent” with icy breezes, cloudy days and uncertain weather.

dove or tern

dove or tern

And so I pass my feather friend and stop to snap a picture in solidarity; for we both are feeling the chilly and hoping for, wishing warmer days ahead.


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