The valley drifts away in layers that fade into the deep russet tones. In the fields, cypress, vineyards and olive groves seem about to awaken after the long winter. I muse on the days that have rolled in ancient succession over this scene: winter in her tattered clothes, weary once again in her cold March striving. I imagine those who lived centuries before in this valley, and wonder how they felt when winter dragged her feet and heaved a melancholy sigh.

Note: You might also be interested in the story/music that accompanies this video also called “Winter’s End.” In addition, there is another related story called “The Soul of a Place” that deals with the unexplainable magic that lingers in spiritual places.

Winter’s End (music)