On the way to my car, I noticed this little piece of nature, frozen in time. A selection of neighbourhood leaves were artfully arranged by the autumn winds, and a night of freezing rain holds them in place. The ice is clear as glass, and tiny whiffs of snow are caught in the little imperfections on the surface. I may be the only one who sees this little scene, or finds it beautiful, but it reminded me again, that there are things to see, if only I look.
One thing, of which there are few, that makes the long winter bearable, is the rare morning you look out the window to discover your world has been transformed into a white, frosty wonderland. The moisture, from the fog the night before, has clung to every branch, every fence rail, every power line. Then as the temperature plummets, the droplets become hoar frost crystals that sparkle with diamond-like brilliance in the sunshine. All too soon, the warmth of the day causes the scene to disappear, but it’s memory has left again, an appreciation for the beauty of creation.