January

I love my house.  In the winter afternoon, I have a large picture window from floor to ceiling that overlooks a lawn and then trees for as far as the eye can see.  The forest floor is covered in snow, the tree limbs are bare of leaves and right before sunset at 4:30, the tree line glows pink, white against a fluffy blue sky.  I can spend hours on my couch looking at this view.  The light, the snow, the trees, the sky - I feel like a snug squirrel, warm and surrounded by beauty.