Although this season has been more like spring, today it has returned to winter. In typical February style, a night with brilliant stars emerges from the dark into another morning overcast, cold, and gray.
The gray foliage of the lavendar hedge rests against the brick foundation.
Without its leaves, the fig tree stands like a gray sculpture against the green.
And the slate path winds through the forest floor.
In the gray days of February, everything quiets, everything stills.