The Magic of Nature

Sunrise on a snow-covered landscape. Snow just barely covering the road, still pure and unmarked by the tires of cars taking people to and fro.

The snow on the grass sparkles as the early morning sunlight dances across the frozen white blanket.

Ever so slowly, the lightest, most delicate snow flakes continue to fall from the sky. Each flake catching the sunlight like a prism of ice, glistening and dancing in the glow of a new day.

The steam from my coffee mug rises and seems to intertwine with those dancing prisms. The juxtaposition of fire and ice is inspiring, reaching into my soul and awakening an energy and awe I thought was lost with my childhood. The wonderment of snow, of seeing things for the first time, rushes through my body. I stare out the window, simply smiling, watching each flake float through the air like a tiny butterfly.

Slowly the diamonds of light stop falling, and the sun rises higher in the sky, bringing light and warmth on a cold winter’s day.

I turn to my steaming coffee, inhale deeply, and breathe in the beginning of a new day.

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