The late afternoon light was just beginning to melt into that delicious, buttery golden color that makes me weak in the knees. Tiho threw snowballs while I ducked in and out of the trees with my camera.
I'm probably beating this drum dead, but it bears repeating again: nothing brings greater peace of mind, or clarity of heart, than a quality spell with nature.
"What is the good of your stars and trees,
your sunrise and the wind,
if they do not enter into our daily lives?"