Yesterday afternoon the rain turned to snow. As evening came, the temperature dropped, and snow stuck to blades of grass, to leaves, needles, branches of trees, and to the canoe sitting on top of my truck. Last night, the clouds rolled away and the stars twinkled at me as I carried wood in to feed the fire and keep the cabin cozy. This morning the sun mingled with the landscape of snow and fall color. I stood still, breathing slowly, the sun warming my face, and I acknowledged the beauty and blessings of the moment.
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1 comment:
this is perfect.
it almost makes me want snow. (out, out, vile thought! ;-p
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