I sit somewhere between night and dawn,
lost in the hypnotic witnessing of golden reflections of light as new snow falls playfully before the streetlight,
Captured in a fresh snow globe of cascading shimmers of light, a curtain of mother nature’s fireworks,
Silent, entrancing, a backlight for the beauty of the pine tree silouettes standing tall, standing strong, waiting to outshine the fallen leaves with their promise of life through winter.
I am reminded, there is beauty in everything, there is choice in all. I can lament the passing of a season, I can worry about the roads, or I can take this moment and embrace this visual symphony displayed before me.
With love, Glenna