It’s true what they say, that as one grows older time seems to pass more quickly.  While growing up, a year seemed more like a geologic age rather than mere months. The less pronounced seasonal changes of the South, where I grew up, may have contributed to that perception.

Virginia’s seasonal changes are distinct, almost abrupt, marking the progression of the year. Winter is especially conspicuous when one spends a lot of time outdoors. The landscape is completely altered. The days are shorter and every activity takes longer – just getting dressed for example.  In spite of the cold and the inconveniences there are moments where even a harsh winter landscape is picturesque, even sublime.