snow flakes..gently falling, the sweet sound of the chickadee...the flutter of the morning doves wings as my footsteps cause them to take flight.
i will stop and capture the views... that will go on not noticed if the time is not taken...
and have my breath taken away when gazing at the majestic tree...revealing it's naked silhouette. It's lines..so lovely, so vulnerable, so steadfast to this winter.
silence gives us the impetus for awareness and creativity. sometimes our minds need to be
spirits can be filled.