There is nothing quite like pulling back the curtain at dawn and seeing the earth blanketed in new fallen snow. The crispness, the clean, the pure beauty that can’t be matched. I feel the coolness against the pain of the glass. I watch the glass as it fogs from my breath as I breathe. I pull the blankets up to my chin and long to stay tucked inside my warm cocoon.
However, the snooze on my alarm rudely keeps nagging that I need to rise and shine and face the new day. I finally drag myself away from my nest and stumble to the kitchen for my morning cup of joe. As I sit in front of my big picture window, drinking my cup of motivation, I am in awe of the season. I am not a cold weather person, so finding the beauty amidst the chill of the dawn, is a milestone for me. But to ignore the simple artistry before me is impossible.
The rooftops are dusted, the trees are garnished, and the streets are paved with the beauty of the new fallen snow. It’s like the picture in a storybook, but it’s not in a fairy tale. It’s my own front yard.
Today I am thankful for the beauty of the new fallen snow.