You go: Solitude

In solitude she pirouettes on melting ice. It’s empowering. mjh

You go: Look

Even in winter the garden bares her good fruit. Look, the seeds are there. mjh

You go: Onward

The uphill climb turns toward yet another hill. Onward and upward. mjh

You go: Chills

Thawing pond at dusk, beaver lodge and white pine bring January chills. mjh

You go: Too soon

We all love warm days, but in January? Hmmm. The pond sings too soon. mjh