As I sit in my sit spot I feel the cold wind on my face. The temperature feels around the forties. Just two weeks ago, all of Asheville was covered in snow. Every week, the weather varies from fall, spring, and winter. After a while of writing in my journal, my hand starts to become numb making it hard to write. With no more leaves on the trees, winter has made its mark, and soon I hope spring will make its way here. While all sorts of animals are almost done with hibernation, they will be able to come outside and see the difference in nature. Nature now is changing from cold blistering wind on my face to warm air. Our responsibility is to preserve the earth and nature. As I lay back on my tree, I can feel it wither away with the wind, waiting for winter to finally be over so a new tree can take its place in spring .