We leave a trace everywhere we go, it seems impossible to enjoy without some how taking or leaving something behind. Some harmonize better than others. A wound may heal physically, but it will never be the same, ever. Life does go on, we are blessed in ways that we will never truly fully understand, Nature will soon blanket the scarred and littered land around us with the beauty of fallen snow.
The fairy tale world of a winter wonderland, will lull the weary, allowing for time to recharge and erase haunting memories. Right now she is blessing us with a wonder of colours and vistas of raw umber and burnt sienna interwoven with deep golden hues interspersed with rusty reds,
Today, I am the birch, patiently waiting for you to drive by, tires rolling across the asphalt, and the quiet to reappear till the next motorized vehicle comes along. Please do not be offended, it is simply time for us to hibernate.,