Without winter there can be no summer

Albert Camus wrote – “In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer…”

Somewhat how I feel in these days of deep winter, snow lying heavy on the ground muffling noise, and when the sun shines it’s dazzlingly bright.

Some days are dark, dismal, steely grey clouds forming a pewter bowl where the sky is, and those days we need to dig deep within to find that summer so intrinsically a part of us.

The snow-laden tree in picture one is from the park when we had the first snowfall. It was pretty, poignantly so. Even with its bent branches, it radiated an aura of beauty. And, that is how we see trees. No matter how worn, bent, worm laden, they still appear beautiful.

How much more beautiful then, the same trees would appear to the human eye if clothed in the brilliance of summer colours?

Trees are beautiful, no matter the season.
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How readily we admire beauty in nature. Yet, do not recognize the beauty of the human spirit ever present no matter the season of life.