Red Trees

Winter hasn’t seemed quite as long, or quite as bleak, since I realized that winter is only gray in the city.

In the mountains, even where the peaks seem to melt into the whiteness of the sky, there are pockets of deep red, strands of glowing orange, and splotches of evergreen needles clinging to every rise.

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