I was lucky enough to get out to the forest for an hour or so before it started pouring again last week. It was quiet and solitary and raindrops adorned plants and trees and spiderwebs everywhere I looked. The magical thing about the forest is that you don't have to walk more than a few feet, stop, look around, and you'll be transported to a magical world full of tiny wonders. You can escape from the dreary ordinary world.
This is how I've fallen in love with the magic of macro photography, and why it feels like my therapy, my meditation. It's what keeps me going through these long winters.