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Delicate.  Translucent.  Golden. 

photo by Katie Spring

Everywhere I go in the winter woods I find young beech trees, their leaves quaking in the wind.  I could lie under them for hours, a natural mobile, light shining through and illuminating the leaves that persist through winter.  This time of year is when I am most thankful for the beech trees: for their golden light that draws me to them and envelops me, and for the conversations they have as I walk past, their rattle softly stirring up in the wind.

photo by Katie Spring