Sunday, September 27, 2009
There is something special about the first snows of Autumn’s equinox. The protective blanket that covers all, helping the trees to shed their colorful leaves. lolling them to sleep for the long winter’s rest. A scent of freshness, similar… yet ever so differing from rain… somehow more clean and pure. The crispness of a morning cool adding to the cleansing effect.
The creeks, streams, and ponds matted artistically with white lace of opacity, unrivaled by any creations of man. Frosted tendrils that frame and accentuate the glassy surface. Crisp pure water, babbling unhindered over and under the glacial beauty of frigid wonder. Clear untainted mountain springs, brimming over rocks sculpted by nature. Leaving behind a shimmering coat of translucent ice, sparkling vibrantly in a morning sun, like jewels of exquisite beauty.
Autumns equinox, delivered of a peaceful rest. The splendor of its colorful kaleidoscope a mere figment of memory. Replaced by virgin powder wondrous and astonishing in it’s own right. Branches, once vibrant with fiery colors, now displaying flawless frosted crystals of exquisite delicacy. Mountain spirits stilled for a harmonious rest, undisturbed, hushed, hibernation. A solitude so extravagant in resounding silence!