There is the quiet beauty that is found after a snowfall. And it starts on a clear morning after a storm when the sun rises slowly in the east.
As it comes up and graces the world with its sunny smile, the brilliance of the light gently kisses the tops of the snow covered trees.
The lights come on in this once sleepy world.
Branches are laden with the weight of yesterday’s storm.
Trees patiently await the melt off so that they can once again lift their branches and breathe.
The local roads are covered, never to be plowed.
Corners are shady, snow is deep, and the road quietly rests.
As the world comes back to life after the snow the snow beams and sparkles in all its glory.
As the cold seeps into my fingers and toes, I slowly walk back to my home greeted by the warmth that resides within its doors.
The snow melts. The world returns to the quiet beauty that was there before the storm.
Thank you for stopping by today, and have a wonderful Thursday!