The geometry of winter

Many of the trees have finally lost their leaves. They stand proud and naked, stripped to the bone. It's beautiful. I love shape even more than color, and trees without leaves express some of the finest geometry of nature. Bare branches against a clouded sky.

Trees don't get cold. Nor do they feel that winter brings loss. They shed their foliage without a tear, serene with the change of seasons. Birth implies death, after all. And besides, spring will come again. What confidence.