It's a new dawn, it's a new day

Hard, when the weather is driech, as it is today, to think in terms of new days and new beginnings. But the light, though grey and gloomy, is new. The trees stripped back to almost bareness are clearing themselves for a restorative pause. When everything is dying back and disappearing it can look like an end, but this only superficial. Everything is dedicating to a necessary rest, before the slow gathering of strength begins in preparation for an eventual new beginning.