dormant.

today, the alarmingly bright blue sky had me dreaming of this:

but the wind chipping at my cheek and the ice still frosting branches reaching across the sidewalk to greet me this morning reminded me that spring is in my hopes, not in the air.......not yet:

but what a gracious host winter can be, allowing space and time and emptiness and dormancy in its guests. a bearing down and hollowing out. for only an empty cup can be filled.