It was breathtaking.
It was as though God had decided to pass the time by pretending to be Van Gogh.
I did not have a camera with me. Nothing to capture this beauty with, so stark and so mellow at the same time, nothing except the archive of memory, imprinting it on a grateful eye and mind and heart.
Before the winter is completely fled and the spring comes crowding in on us, all young and brash and in an eternal hurry to go places and grow places, I wish you a moment such as this, a moment you can share with this magic winter light. It does not come often. When you stumble into it, remember it's a gift. And treasure it.