This time of year is always hard -- short days and inclement weather tend to make me stay inside most of the time, which tends to exacerbate symptoms of SAD. And I have more tangible sadness going on in my life (I've lost two brothers in the last two years, and my remaining brother is in the final stages of terminal cancer). Moping around the house clearly is not going to give me the emotional strength I need to get through the next few months, so I took advantage of Saturday's bright blue skies and a reasonable 20 degrees to get outside.
My last diary in this series about changing seasons/changing perspectives was just before winter storm Caesar dumped a foot of snow on the Twin Cities. Since then, the temperatures have fluctuated wildly between high 30s and frigid single digits, but the drought has kept a firm grip on the state. We've had very little additional snow ... and next week they are predicting a major thaw.
Previous diaries in this series:
Minnehaha Park is always beautiful, but it is often crowded in the summer -- winter is for those who enjoy solitary walks with snow-muffled sounds. Snow-colored woozles are among those who enjoy romping in the drifts.
Lighting and shadows on other parts of the path made for some classic winter views.