Winter has finally come to north central Alabama. This week has been cold and frosty. I awake to temperatures of 20F and a hard frost on the ground. The world is icy and even the clouds show blue with cold and red with their chapped cheeks. Everything seems to have stopped. The world hides from the anger of the lost light and warmth.
Even when the sun breaks over the horizon and turns the blue and red morning into bright silver and ice, the world is encased in cold. Gone are the yellow and orange hues of Summer. Here for a time are the blue and silver-white hues of ice and cold. There is no pre-dawn songbird cantata. The birds twitter nervously and search anxiously for any water that is not frozen. They explore deliberately and thoroughly for any seeds and berries left on bushes or trees. There is no background music of crickets, frogs, and cicadas that accompany the life-throb of Spring and Summer. The world is silent; it hides and waits. It goes in to itself to search the darkness down deep to recover the buried life that has been exhausted by the exertions of the Summer.
Ooooh, those pictures are gorgeous! Thank you.
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Thank you for the compliment. I took those pictures from my front porch this morning just as the sun was coming over the hill.
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