This morning's pondering began with why would anyone need to go hug a tree in the woods when the temperature was 3 degrees.
A little later the most amazing puff-clouded sky answered my question. To see this magical view. Ahhhhhh
I'm learning that some barks feel warmer than others. This was a warm-bark tree-hug.
An overseeing tree-angel spread her protective wings down.
Glistening ice-crystal light cascaded through the woods blessing all those that stepped into the tree-world on this cold morning.
As I took in the cold gentle peace my eye green was drawn to a green-survivor dressed in ice crystals and a pop of red. Merry wishes for the Holiday Season. Peace