Winter Snow

I love snow. I love to see the undisturbed blanket of crystal white. It covers the deadness and bareness of winters frozen ground. It is pure.

I love to search for the prints of the forest. Soft impressions from a rabbit, the trail of a field mouse, dashing prints left by the deer, and the foxes curious paw prints.. Each path tells a story.

I was watching the Eagles concert on DVD. The lyrics of one of my favorite songs told the story of the first Christmas without dad.

There's a hole in the world tonight.There's a Cloud of fear and sorrow.There's a hole in the world tonight.Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.

For some reason I have not felt like capturing the beauty or peace of nature. I know it is just a season and will pass.

Driving home the snow was gently falling and covering the roads. Underneath was ice. Emotionally it is easier to be ice but it is best to be snow, easily molded into the shape it needs to.

Sunny days and winter snow - love it!! The warmth penetrates the body, snow glistens and all is well for the moment.