But in that pause is the true reality of Winter. A season of coming darkness and barren life as temperatures go below 16 degrees fahrenheit. A quiet omniessense that lays in the snow on shrub branches and below on the ground. the infinity of this world. We mortals were not meant for the timeless though. By our own constraints of the material reality we cannot stay in the encroaching hope of darkness that Winter attempts to keep us. Like the cardinal we fly off the branch and go to another place of necessity.