There is a delightful glare off the snow this morning.
The sun is shining, birds are flying, and I am smiling.
Tree limbs are bent lower by the weight of yesterday’s
storm.
Light gusts of wind are generating little avalanches.
Puffs of ice crystals are swirling in the breeze.
Today the forest will shake off this latest wintery assault.
I choose to allow beauty to overrule the harshness of the
cold air.
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