The robin, a harbinger of spring, sits inside the cold, white lined branches of the tree, while snowy bursts of wind swirl around her. All around, the earth is coated with an untouched yet beautiful invader, overtaking the land, leaving it visually transformed.  A confusing twist brings together dancing flakes and singing birds.  Here is a celebration of now, life as it is, and not would be.

What will you choose to celebrate today, although it still doesn't make sense?