I look for inspiration in all I see…nature is like a free library, full of resources. As we travel through the mountain passes of Pennsylvania headed home I look for the beauty in the death of winter. Trees are bare as bones, but as I look deeper between the branches there tucked snuggle within the bareness are patches of evergreen trees standing tall full green and fluffy. A sign that life can still be seen in the mist of death, something you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking for it.My husband draws my attention to the softness of the tree line that sits upon the slopping mountain tops. It looks like a head of hair like one of those perfectly trimmed military hair cuts. Our grandsons wear their hair like that. It’s stiff as it stands up straight and feels prickly, but when I sweep my hand across their head its very soft. And there it is God showing me the inspiration that can only come through the choice I use to see things with. I can see the harshness within the death of winter or watch as Gods hand sweeps across the trees of the mountain.