Two seasons, same hill

Two views, same Highlands hill.

I took this photo of drab skies with heavy heart.  I no longer ask how long until the pandemic is over and we can all get back to "normal".  I just tell myself it will last a very long time, longer than I expect.  But guess what?  Although pandemics can go on for years, winter doesn't.

Families can come back together, too.  Hearts can heal.

"No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn." {Hal Bourland}

Spring will come again.

{And maybe a momma owl will decide that's a good home?}