Not that long ago the road between my home and my parents was a bustling frenzy of harvesting and hauling. Today it looks like a different world; the trees bare, the fields stripped empty, and everything in between frozen, colorless and bleak.
And yet...it isn't a dead, desolate landscape. Instead, it is dormant; promising that after the muffling blanket of snow has come and gone there will be a new generation of vibrant growth and colors to delight the eye. This expectation of the future allows us to see the present as the severe beauty it is.