Grey sky. Cold. Almost naked trees. Soft blowing wind. There is a deepening and enlarging sense of things to all of these. And I see vulnerability as it punctures the meaning of life and continuously defines who we are in the grand scheme of things. It raises the platform of consciousness as I see a squirrel on my neighbour’s fence figuring out what to do. And as I feel the embrace of the cold breeze and the squirrel slowly disappearing from my sight, I realize that vulnerability requires surrender and surrender is a spiritual practice that brings us to a deeper engagement with life and its unending dynamism. Some leaves slowly depart from the trees. Soon the snow will come to replace those leaves.