"Winter weather is not my soul, but the biding for Spring....
Winter exposes the nests, and I'm gone..."
Smog, Palimpset from 'A River Ain't Too Much To Love'

I think I've seen about four nests in trees this week. Including one in the house that we looked at on the weekend. All the leaves being gone, they are easy to spot and prominent, awkward, empty. This album always reminds me of this time of year.

Surrendering yourself to the depths of Winter.