from the soft pink reflections of dawn to the first light of sunrise striking the mountains
and the graceful birch tree branches
from the tops of the hard rime frosted mountains to the soft rime covered teasel in the old barnyard
from the tree tops in the brilliant blue sky to every tall blade of grass and small seed head
We were blessed with a Sunday that was a spectacular, sun-filled, sparkling winter wonderland.
It was just what we needed to renew our spirits.
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