Low winter sun. There is something about these three words strung together that I find really beautiful. Maybe it's that I reflect on December's stunning sunsets and rises, or how our shadows lay long and tall beside us, stretched out like branches reaching to the sky. It is the best time of year for woods walks; hard to distinguish your shadow from the trees, they are one in the same.I've never been one to dread winter as it approaches. We move inward. There are fires in the stove morning + night. We have permission to slow down, to let things just be, to watch the low winter sun do its dance across the sky.  - Winter solstice + the last full moon...

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