club keepsake #003

surviving winter, staying tender

collage by all of us via pinterest

Nothing grows in winter, so when it snows I look out my window and smile to see the earth produce something new. The branches at my window, once rustling green in the summer and vibrant red in the fall, are no longer naked. They match the street with their blanket of white. Winter without snow is an angel without its wings. What good is a winter wind if it doesn’t carry a snowflake? The earth’s greatest magic trick is making it snow. Everything died in autumn and yet in this storm the earth comes alive again.