I love trees in the winter. Have you ever noticed the beauty of bare branches against a blue sky? Or even better--against a pink or orange or purple sky? It's one of the most breathtaking things, I'm telling you. Leaves are nice too, of course. But you can't see the sky through the leaves. You can't see anything through the leaves, really. In some ways, I think that leaves maybe even mask the true beauty of a tree. Yikes. Is that blasphemy? Stay with me here... A bare tree is exposed and vulnerable. It is as it is. There is no facade.
In the darkest and coldest and bleakest months, stripped of cloth and color and comfort, that bare tree, bark and branches, still stands. It still stands. It stands noble and strong, uncovered and unconquerable. Beautiful. A different kind of beauty, yes, but beauty all the same.
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