The winter lays its cold hand upon the Finca.
Here in the early morning, there is the dead stillness of the mists before sunrise.
All is held, nothing knows if the first warming rays of the day will come again.
Life crouches in frozen immobility.
There is no expectation in nature, just acceptance of what is.
In the harsh now of December, the ecology breathes slowly.
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