For me, there is nothing more beautiful than the winter sky, haunting, piercing, full of hope and meaning. It whispers to me to love my life, and remember that every day is precious, and needs to be considered and lived.

“And I am not without hope. I knew a man who, in the age of chainsaws, went right on cutting his wood with a handsaw and an axe. he was a healthier and a saner man than I am. I shall let his memory trouble my thoughts.”

– Wendell Berry