I've never been particularly fond of winter,
but I occasionally see something
that reminds me winter carries its own beauty.
One of the things that I enjoy about winter
is the look of the bare tree branches against a clear blue sky.
For some unfathomable reason,
the image always makes me think of winter afternoon visits
at my maternal grandmother's house.
I don't know why.
It's just one of those peculiar associations
that settle into one's mind for no apparent reason.
But it makes me feel warm and fuzzy
This afternoon, the sun cast soft shadows of tree branches
on the brick wall of my neighbor's house,
and I caught sight of it as I passed by the window.
Silhouettes of slender branches
on a January afternoon...
one of the nice things about winter.
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