Winter helps me see more clearly. It strips away pretense, withers it and blows it away. It leaves behind only the most essential.
This is a thought I often have this time of year, but for some reason this morning it hit me how it's in thinning, in pruning — in loss — that we realize our bounty.
It's hard if not impossible to see the structure, the underlying architecture, when it's covered over and plumped up. But when all is laid bare and worn down — then we can see.