The stillness of a melancholy winter’s morning restores my soul. In this sanctuary of nature there is rest for a weary spirit and hope for a troubled mind. In this time and place the cares of the world vanish. There is nothing but this moment.
A dusting of snow covers the ground. The crisp, fresh air invigorates and brings a rosy glow to cheeks. All is quiet except for the crunch of snow underfoot and the snuffles of my curious four-legged companions. In the newly fallen snow are the trail are signs of other visitors seeking the company of solitude.
Along the trail there is the sound of gurgling water. A bird flies overhead. The trees beckon the sun to warm their bare branches. All is calm. My soul is at peace.