I woke up late today and as I went scurrying about, I caught something I generally miss because by the time the sun rises, I'm usually downstairs tending to the rabbits. A winter sunrise in the country is breathtaking. It's motionlessly vibrant. It's like all the bells and whistles but without the sound. Winter does have its moments. One of my favorite things is going to the chicken coop around 8 at night for the last time. On a clear night, the multitude of stars array themselves in patterns and swirls. Dark isn't the same in winter, the snow catches reflections and when there's a full moon, I don't even need my trusty flashlight.
I really should take the time to watch these incredible moments and appreciate them. The colour of quiet is unimaginably brilliant and deep.
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