Each season has it's own colors, sounds and scents.  It's hard to compare the shocking brights of fall leaves to a brilliant blue summer sky but winter has a sort of secondary layer of emotion and a stark brilliance all it's own.  The trees are dormant. The ground is cold and hard. Nothing grows. But the quiet beauty of a pure white snowfall against the bare trees is a reminder to pause. It's sort of Mother Earth's downtime.  A powdery fresh snow absorbs sound which lowers the ambient noise over a landscape. This quiet peace is a simple but remarkable difference compared to the bubbly brilliance of birds and sunlight in spring and the roar of a summer thunderstorm.  Winter can be your transition, your in-between days because it's an important note in the music of the seasons.  The pause in the chorus, the white space on the page. Without space we wouldn't have matter.  Winter is punctuated by marking the passing of the year. It's more than flipping a page in the calendar. This year is gone but a new one is beginning. We wouldn't have spring without the cold change of winter.  And we don't have new growth without reflection.  Hope this season you get time to stop and watch the snow fall.   Thought you might enjoy this video tribute to George Winston's December. It's long, but then again, so is Winter.