Lost in the Moment

The bright azure sky and warm sun create

glistening frost on the trail. A delicate mist

hangs over the trees, as they warm in the

sunshine. I can hear the crunching snow with

every step followed by a powdery puff. Breath

clouds rise in the air in a rhythmic pattern.

Icicles drip diamond droplets onto the soft snow.

The birds chatter as they squabble for food.

amongst the branches. The river sings as it

flows towards the sea; an endless sound.

Gentle snowflakes swirl as they float to the

ground. A special place to be

lost in the moment.

Sue Wood