Reaching, reaching, reaching...

In the winter we tend to look down as we move as quickly as possible from one warm space to the next. We move with determination. We are sure the only relief is inside.

But this old tree remains hopeful through the winter months. Always reaching toward the sky. Stretching its branches toward the sun. Straining. Pulling the warmth closer rather than retreating like a mammal into hibernation.

It is a battle the tree fights every year and from its perspective, it always wins, no matter how cold the steel gray sky of winter.