it’s misty gray but there is the new sound of a bubbling brook today. i know i may be alone, but i am going to miss the snow. it covers many distractions all in white and makes everything it comes in contact with beautiful. it gets walked all over and becomes speckled with dirt, losing its sparkle no different than us. it endures its transformation into a new season, becoming quite ugly before new life appears. then i remember the pure white radiance and hold onto that as I wait.
Beautiful Debs, and so true of us! I really liked seeing the picture on the bridge too ❤️
Thank you G. ❤️
Nice crystals deb, The thawing by day freezing by night period is so symbolic of our lives sometimes. We are entering our biggest snowfall month here. maybe we will send some your way.
I love the rocks, water and leaves shot with subtle reflection. Is the water frozen? I’m still at the subtle reflection stage in my coffee trying to get going this Monday morning.
Not frozen. It was bubbling! 😃