A walk on a mild winter day is always a nice event. Exploring the land when one aught to be bundled up next to a winter fire is a bit like being on the moon without a spacesuit. I shouldn’t be here at this time. But, I was and it was beautiful. There’s not much color to be found this time of year but what color remains is enhanced by the dullness around it. It shines and sparkles. It is unique and magnificent. The outcasts of winter, like most other outcasts, are the color and spice of life. Scenes of the forgotten tossed away solitary leaf, still red, float across the dull mundane landscape and remind us that we live on a wild and beautiful planet and even in the darkest bit of winter, color springs forth.