It Sprung!

Your shoes crunching in the snow.

The echo of tires skidding down the street.

Peaceful.

Quiet.

It is over.

The sound of music from three buildings down.

The bumping and grinding interlaced with sweet rhythm and blues

The smell of grilled meat colliding with the perfume of a skunk.

The cool breeze coming through open windows.

It sprung.

A Closer Look

In February we will take a closer look at things. We will get up close and personal. In place of larger landscapes we will dive off into what makes up the whole.

Something winter has taught me is that underneath the blanket of snow is peace. I find peace in the small things. The snow sits on the leaf like it was made for it.