Well, there's no denying that winter has finally arrived and the temperatures have dropped dramatically.
No more t-shirts and tank tops. Now, it's jumpers and long sleeved shirts, coats, gloves...
One thing I do love about winter, though, is its energy.
Winter energy is crisp and sharp. It has a vibrancy about it. Auras of trees and earthy entities are strong and clear in the winter air. It is easy for me to see the rivers of energy running through Glenloth when I look out over the stark, white, frosty paddocks.
There's a shift in color here too. The muted moods of autumn have given way to bright contrasts. The sun is brighter, the shadows deeper. Bejewelled spider webs adorn rusty barbed wire fences and bare tree branches. Life force, seeming to slow and mellow in autumn, far from sleeps in winter. It flashes its brilliance wherever you look. A bright bird here or there, sparks of light over the water, rainbows within dew drops and icicles, pretty, sparkling frost. It all seems so alive.
I can't help but be caught up in the wonder of it all.
