It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ~ John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”
There is something special about the air in winter. It seems more fresh, clear and purer than at any other time of the year. So regardless of what the weather has been doing this winter, every day I spend time outside breathing in this special air.
Even for a few moments it provides an opportunity for me to pause and deeply breathe in all that is wonderful about this season and all that is special about my life.
Today, what will you choose to breathe in with the crisp winter air?