I went for a walk with a real camera, old and borrowed, but good enough.
The
Light
was showing itself between the pine and spruce needles.
The wind had played rough with the needles and spread them everywhere.
Snow
not
an option
as a water source
without filtering
out the needles.
The ski tracks have filled in with snow and melting and more snow.
The little colour that is to be found is the yellow brown of the cattail reeds.
The shore is like before, though a sight for good eyes,
with light working the clouds to and fro.
Wind, not visible,
still leaves
it’s tracks
as
Does
the
Holy Spirit,
Wind
(Ruach.)
And that is as far as I got, before I
headed back
in
to warmth and work.
More joy
again
later.