I love how the change of season reminds me that everything has its place and timing. Living in Durham, North Carolina, the experience of all seasonal weather occurs regularly. The Appalachian mountains rest about a two-and-a-half-hour drive to the west, and the Atlantic Ocean is a two-and-a-half-hour drive to the east. The piedmont experiences the cold, the hot, the windy, the arid, and all levels within the spectrum.
On this crisp January morning, I awoke to find that the first snowfall of 2022 had come down silently overnight. I am fond of the light dusting of snow to refresh the scene. Marveling at the calm tone as I photographed our patio and front porch, I mused that even mother nature needed to pull up her cozy socks and reflect on the blessings a new year brings as the land rests and prepares for the spring. I returned inside with that pressing notion and began constructing my week and goal planning with new vigor as the chill reached my bones. The coffee beckoned.
