January. We celebrated holiday this year in the warmth and fun of Birch Point and the Northwoods. And January brings forests and lakes blanketed in snow, deer trails that lead to the deep craters of evening beds, the bluejays and woodpeckers and ravens in the trees outside our door, and everywhere - pause. It's too late to lament the passing of Autumn's bounty and too early to dream of the new growth of Spring. It's winter, and the warm sun illuminates the snow like crystal. Time to enjoy fresh vistas, to see perspectives that are impossibly hidden the rest of the year.