It is an unseasonable 72°F in Virginia as I search to find “winter” photos for Ailsa’s weekly travel theme at Where’s my backpack? The warm temperatures remind me that some of my favorite aspects of the season have nothing to do with cold and snow.
The beauty of nature’s designs are sometimes most clearly seen in winter.
Winter-bare branches mean this little robin can’t hide from my camera.
However, on a normal December day, it is cold here. I hate being cold. Winter gives me an excuse to find all sorts of warm woolly socks.
In almost all the places I’ve ever lived, winter brings snow, and snow brings me all kinds of joy.
A blanket of white softens the sharp edges of the world and muffles the cacophony of daily life.
A good snow is Nature’s way of saying, “I don’t care what you thought you were going to do today…stay inside and relax.”
No matter how old I get, I am a kid every time it snows.
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