Time
Passes
Most of us by
At a ferocious pace.
So it took a few days to catch up to put these on the blog.
I wake on this day so long in coming, and out the door I step with bathrobe, boots, parka, hat, gloves, and camera, to the stillness of heart, mind and world that only the wilderness can afford.
Only the quiet of nothing brushing across the freshly sunlit snow
Fallen the last few days to bring spring to an end
And the wonders of winter covering like a blanket of frozen breath what once whispered a promise of green buds, bird songs, and mosquitoes.
Let the chill keep the bugs at bay for another week or more, a month or three as is seasonally to expect.
Here the water flows despite the minus 25 degrees Celsius.
The sun is warm on the trees and behind them sparking anticipation of a full bright day after three of clouds and snow drab grey.