The vibrancy of Spring may not be here and the color pallet of Autumn is missing. The landscape is dormant and stark, dreary and dark. It's cold and wet and sometimes hard to muster the spirit to move beyond the comfort of warm and dry. But there is an exquisite beauty in the somberness of Winter. The landscape is quiet and reverent, no boldness of color to scream out at you instead, the subtle hues draw you nearer and nearer to the whispering moments of "grace"