Speaking of frost…

Some days, something catches my eye and takes my breath away.

Like yesterday, when the sub-zero temperature combined with a shaft of sunlight penetrating the mist hovering over the lake.

That was amazing by itself.

And then I saw the delicate dusting of frost on the tender mosses and grass. And I was smitten.

This way of seeing is so precious.

SPEAKING OF FROST

Everything accentuated,
every line finely drawn
the edges crisply clear,
while details revealed
in exquisite form are
gifted from the air.
The wholeness of life
in a shaft of chilled light.

+ Sue Heatherington

With gratitude.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿