be with yourself . . . lost in thought, knit, listen to your child(ren) play and laugh, listen to the sounds of the neighbourhood, birds . . . and other animals . . .
The leafless tree reminds one that winter's eventually passing.
Our weeping mulberry tree adorned with its green cloak merely a month ago; now a sceletal figure welcomes patches of winter sunlight with swaying naked branches holding onto hope of summer to come.