In the quiet of winter, I notice things that would pass unseen in the colourful, distracting days of summer. I discover textures, and subtle colours, such as this wall. I notice two brave shoots that have pierced the stony ground.
The colours of a simple brick wall take on their own beauty in the slanting winter light,
and a seat invites contemplation.
I sit quietly to observe, as a heron stalks the tide line
and finds a tasty morsel buried in the mud.
Many people have flown to the northern hemisphere in search of the sun. Others have gone to the Pacific Islands. It is school holidays, and the city has emptied out its cargo of frantic activity. But I like to stay over winter, entering my cave of contemplation, seeing what usually would pass me by, and discovering treasure in unlikely places. I've settled into my winter rhythm, and am content.