It’s snowing outside the trailer, the want of winter having fully descended upon our desert home. There is a muffled serenity outside on this chill early morning. The world is small. Horizons are hemmed in by weather. Mountains and cliffs have vanished. My senses seem to also draw inward this time of year – the cold, the clouds, the whiteness, all buffering my myriad connections to the colorful world I inhabit.
Winter, for me, is traditionally a time of introspection, reevaluation, a time of mind instead of one of body. The colder months are a meander to clarity, which blooms into action as the temperatures rise. This winter will be different, however. On January 1st, we are following the distant, southerly sun down to Baja. This winter, we migrate. (more…)