So often we think of winter as an occasion of loss – there goes the green grass, there fall the leaves, and the birds have left for their timeshares down south. But lately, when I remember to lift my shoulders from their seasonal hunching, I’m noticing what the “loss” reveals:
And this morning, this has me thinking, “One Man’s Ceiling is Another Man’s Floor”
Lorne Meets World 
Beautiful Lorne!