#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
These photos are of dawn, today, in the Berkshires, but my walk came later, at dusk, when the night air turned sharply cold and light rain dropped into snow.
After a day indoors, this cold biting my cheeks, this fresh air into my lungs is a balm.
Spring in the mountains is slow to arrive.
Indoors, we dance the dance of the sacred feminine. We make a ferocious fire with our dancing.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017