An early winter scene, birds in the tree, not yet running for cover, a complicated sky filled with warmth leaving and chill, icy winds moving in. The day not quite brilliant, the clouds overcast and night sneaking in around the edges. Some days I want to wrap my arms around every thing I see. deep earth rocks, growing roots, berries left for winter feasting, curious birds close to spirits of life the wriggling line signifying connectedness through the language of bird. ENJOY!