Love Letter to a Season I Never Loved When I Was Young

 

(c) McNair Evans

I miss the flying leaves, but I am grateful for this stillness and this quiet. I am so grateful for the birds. Though fewer in winter than in the other seasons, I can see them better now. Unhidden in the cold boughs, unmuted in the cold air, their echoing songs spill down from the bare branches.

Beautiful piece by the great Margaret Renkl.