I love these winter skies…for some reason I get butterflies in my stomach when I see skies like this…and when I think about winter. Perhaps it is because of its gentle drama and melancholy. The response to winter seems to be in the depths of my gut. There is often a deep quietness in these days which comes as a relief from the fruitful productivity of summer. The slate grey clouds and the cold, pale-yellow sun provide a backdrop for the closing scenes of another year in nature’s cyclical play. Who wrote the script for this compelling drama? Who designed the set? It surpasses any I have ever seen. I know I have a part to play in this beautiful and terrible story and I want to do it well.