Taps is a piece of music that brings a lot to mind. It is peaceful and yet dynamic. It gives us a few moments to think about what we are doing when we hear it. It does not let our mind wonder as the notes play across the field.
We jump when the guns or cannon goes off. It is our job to remember our veterans, to lengthen as long as possible their time of death to the time those of us who live actually forget who they are.
To get out and walk around after a day in the house. Sometimes I just have to take the photo to get it out of my system. The fresh air is great and the coldness of a beginning spring is great for my lungs. This spring does not seem to be bringing too much newness just a little darkness almost like fall.
In the dark and January winter the trees stand silently as the snow covers their branches and all of the ground around them. Few people visit them at this time. Year after year they are there, day after day. If it is your favorite spot to picnic you hardly notice from year to year as the trees grow and experience natures seasons. Sometimes you hardly notice they are there except when you need shelter or shade. The paths you walk on through the woods are covered with the snow. They will be here for a long time, maybe you will take your grandchildren to share.