Here is what winter has looked like around here for the last two months. Lots of gray, black and white. We’ve had snow, frigid temperatures, ice caking every twig, and now some melt as the days get longer. Having not hiked at Huntington in two months, I’ve had to make do with rare walks around town, avoiding the ice and coldest winds as best as possible, but grateful to ever be out at all.

It has been calming to focus on the simplicities of contrast in black and white here in my local environment, when so many people seem to be in turmoil at large. Oddly enough, noticing and enjoying how the light kisses the edge of a fence post, helps anchor me in eternal Principle, sheltered from the sea of temporal concerns.