My spring will come by EsmeraldaTunichtgut

"At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow." (Gary Zukav) via 500px http://ift.tt/1K4gjSv