"What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?"

~ Howards End by E. M. Forster

The cold seeps deep into my bones as I cautiously walk the back yard. The patio is a sheet of ice and the grass solid below my feet. I am infatuated by the frosted outlines on the various leaves scattered around my feet. and wonder if others see the intricate beauty that quickens my heart.