Let's try foregoing the mumbling today.

*deep breath*

There was a heavy frost last Friday. It coated everything in this chunky, sugar-crystal frost. Everything was frozen. It was quiet outside, quiet like a child's bedroom just after the whole house has fallen asleep. It was peaceful. The world was whispering and waiting and just smiling at itself while flickering springtime dreams toyed with it's imagination just a few inches beneath the surface.

I hurried through breakfast and used my stolen time to rush outside and capture pictures of the enchanting scenes before me. Everything had been frozen and rendered so ethereal... I knew the beautiful things before me wouldn't last long. The buds of springtime are swelling up all over the place and the promise of rebirth, renewal, and warm air shall be fulfilled anew in just a few months' time.

That which was lush and green months ago was, for a few hours, perfectly framed in it's deathlike trance of winter slumber. Last year's prosperity still had it's reminders to show me. And the lessons from last year's painful sadness still hung heavy in the air.

And yet, there I was. Outside at 7:00am, completely captivated by this snapshot of frosty winter magic that was already melting away around me. What many might consider painfully dreary and bitterly cold struck me as divine and timeless. Where many find dread and betrayal, lonliness and sickness, I continue to find warmth and inspiration. After all, right there the unplanted seeds from last summer. Seeds held aloft in their dried out husks, and what some might consider to be a dreadful loss appeared to me, and only to me, as simply beautiful.

Just. Beautiful.

*deep breath*