In the stark, bleak winter landscape, some trees stand out like beacons. In summer, it’s easy to miss them … but in winter, oh, in winter, these silver-haired elders simply pop. It makes me feel grateful for a lot of things: diversity, nature, and strange beauty. But I think seeing their starkness against the landscape stokes my gratitude for the immense wisdom and incredible depth that comes from aging well — gracefully, willingly, and embracing the inner strength and knowledge that bubble up.