My favorite time of the year is winter, yes, like everyone else I moan about the cold and yet, the way the sun shines on the icicles in the trees is mesmerizing.
I was watching a Robin this morning, it skirted along the icy fence at the back of the garden, not a care in the world. It didn’t concern itself with the temperature or whether it had a wooly hat, it simply was. That we should all be so lucky to have few cares in this world.
Be a Robin in the winter, embrace it and work with it.
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