the meager offering of color reveals itself across the landscape of my winter mind. What was found exciting,exhilaring and joyful has become commonplace. It is all of a sameness it seems. The colors of a winter's day...that blur and blend and begin again, more of the same. One must seek color elsewhere in these still long days before we are allowed to anticipate spring's arrival. Hopefully, one watches the edge of the snow drifts, searches the sky for a bird or bird song gone from the daily routine. Perhaps the sky is just a bit bluer today, or the elusive sun shows us a small kindness hinting at warmth. Mostly we wait. And sometimes, even when the day has been long and dreary, and color is just a word your mind plays with...
we might get this. As the last bits of twilight slip away and darkness descends, like a lamp in the window, a beacon to lead you home, spectacular color kicks up its heel and dances away into the darkness of a winter night.
Cross Reference and Cross Stitch
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