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.
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.