Winter has finally put it into park in Oak Park, and I’m already looking forward to spring.
But winter, if you give it a chance, has its merits. It’s the quietest of seasons. Snow falls softly and noiselessly, blanketing its surrounds.
Sunlight is dim, but sunnier, warmer days are a promise away.
2 thoughts on “the quiet solitude of winter”
You’ve got a great eye and an excellent attitude!
Thank you, Dear! Hugs, my friend!