January Woods

A walk through the woods, even in January, always seems to nourish the spirit; makes the world fresh and good again.

The sky is so blue, its reflection in the snow sets off a million tiny prisms; sparkling minature rainbows flash at your eyes.

On such a walk, I long to taste the astringent flavor of a falling snowflake or smell the damp papery scent of the sleeping birch tree.