Unmoving at the center of the snowy clearing, an ethereal hush descends. I stand spellbound by the pearly gleam of the untouched miracle. Finally daring, I breath in, sharp icy air piercing my lungs and
stinging my nose. Exhailing slowly, I watch in wonder still as my warm breath spins in a misty dance before vanishing.
Stately elders in their bristly coats of Kelly, olive and sage are draped in hefty stoles of glistening white. Gently watchful, they creak and sway in the wind, bowing to one another. Frozen chandeliers hang suspended from rocky crevices, and cling to the tips of branches, flirting with the sunlight.
Looking up, I catch the clouds rolling in their carefree way across the winter sky. Drip, drip, drip, drop. Tiny feet scamper unseen in the canopies. A chickadee calls sweetly. And, I am alone yet not at all. Laying silently on the lush winter carpet, I close my eyes and revel in the majesty of this glorious gift.