This is how I often think of winter here. The sky and some birds provide the only vivid bits of color in nature. The landscape is often monochromatic, especially in the morning when the sun has not yet come over the mountain and vegetation is covered in frost. It is starkly beautiful. A set of colors indescribable – tan and gray, accented with the evergreen of pines and the gray-green of the last of the hemlocks. The souls of flowers are long gone, leaving only their ghosts and skeletons. Tree branches are grey or golden brown in the sun, buds still deep in hibernation.