Contrasts

Lifeless trees punctuated by blue sky—the whole world seems to be lit up on this cold winter day. Squirrels scurry through the bare branches of the cottonwoods, going about their business. The sound of distant traffic and honking geese provide a kind of white noise. Contrasts. I am struck by how bright the sunlight is today and yet how dead the trees appear. And here I sit. Caught between the two. Motivation escapes me today. In fact, I think if it weren’t for the sunshine, I wouldn’t have gotten up today. I stare up at the branches outside my window—so stark right now, but in a few months the life within will become obvious as green leaves appear. Let’s see what the spring brings.