A chilly morning…the branches of the trees breaking the light of the sun. I hear the sounds of the animals who call this home, and the brook splashing over some rocks. It is such a pure sound, so refreshing that it immediately puts your mind at ease. I could easily sit here all day and just listen, not think about anything, just listen. I can see the hawk flying overhead. I hear a rustle in the bushes. The snow crunches beneath my feet. The trees are powdered a brilliant white. Nature is in its full winter song. Spring is asleep but will awaken to a warm, sunny morning some months away.
February 9, 2015
A Winter Morning
A chilly morning…the branches of the trees breaking the light of the sun. I hear the sounds of the animals who call this home, and the brook splashing over some rocks. It is such a pure sound, so refreshing that it immediately puts your mind at ease. I could easily sit here all day and just listen, not think about anything, just listen. I can see the hawk flying overhead. I hear a rustle in the bushes. The snow crunches beneath my feet. The trees are powdered a brilliant white. Nature is in its full winter song. Spring is asleep but will awaken to a warm, sunny morning some months away.
