Winter Musings

Emerald and peridot fade into topaz and russet, and soon there is nothing remaining even from them, bare branches stretching tall into the sky against a backdrop of sapphire and crystal. Mid-winter leaches colour from everything yet need not be bleak. There is feasting, there is family, there is fruitfulness, the promise of new life, new beginnings, new dreams. No good story is a smooth slip between beginning and end; life is the bit in the middle that makes both ends meet, that makes it...