Perhaps it is because I was raised on Andrew Wyeth’s paintings, with each brushstroke, use of color, and style drummed into me since birth, but I adore the moody, cloudy December days. I find the wintry fields and hills and the monochrome palette beautiful. I love the weeds waving in the wind and the birds as a dark silhouette against the sky. There’s beauty in the bleakness. You know the green will return and that the sap lying low within the trees will begin to surge in the coming weeks.
We’re winding down the year, heading into the last of the darkness before the light begins to return. The return of the light means the return of hope for me, and it gives me pause to reflect on what I am grateful for and on the hopes and dreams I carry into the new year.
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