Embracing the Tranquil Beauty of a Cold Morning

A Morning Walk To The Lake ..

As the alarm clock rudely interrupted my peaceful slumber .. I couldn't help but feel a surge of reluctance to leave the warmth of my cozy bed. The air was cold, biting at my exposed skin as I reluctantly pulled on layers of clothing, each piece a barrier against the chilly embrace of the early morning. Despite my initial hesitations, a sense of adventure overcame me as I decided to embark on seldom enjoyed ritual .. A morning walk to the lake.

Stepping outside, I was greeted by the crisp air of a winter morning .. The kind that makes you shiver involuntarily. The morning sun, still in its infancy, was bravely peeking over the frozen horizon, casting a gentle glow across the landscape. Everything in sight seemed to wear a delicate layer of morning frost, a testament to the chill that had settled overnight.

As I began my journey towards the lake .. My surroundings transformed into a winter wonderland. Each blade of grass, every twig, and the branches of trees .. all adorned with a thin layer of icy crystals. Nature, in its quiet beauty, had painted a serene picture for those willing to venture out into the early hours.

Anticipation brewed within me with every step .. Fueled by the expectation of witnessing the harmonious dance between the morning light and the calm waters of the lake. The hues of orange and pink, like a promise whispered by the dawn, fueled my imagination. The mere thought of this spectacle added an extra bounce to my step as I treaded the familiar path.

Approaching the culmination of my journey .. The edge of the lake .. I couldn't help but marvel at the scene unfolding before me. The stark silhouette of leafless trees stood in stark contrast against the canvas of the early morning sky. Shades of blue, purple, orange, and pink seamlessly blended, creating a breathtaking panorama that seemed to freeze time itself. The lake, a serene mirror, reflected the celestial masterpiece above, amplifying the enchantment.

The morning was not just cold .. It was a silent symphony of nature's elements harmonizing in a breathtaking display. The tranquility that enveloped the surroundings added an ethereal touch to the beauty that unfolded before my eyes. The world seemed to pause, allowing me to soak in the magic of the moment .. A moment frozen in time, like the frost-kissed landscape that cradled the lake.

As I stood there, engulfed in the quiet magnificence of the cold morning .. I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the simple joys that nature generously offers. In the hushed stillness of the winter morning, I found solace—a reminder that beauty, often, resides in the unassuming moments, waiting to be discovered by those willing to venture into the cold embrace of the dawn.

In Hurting Hearts

Poem by BDMiller

By the crystal blue lake, in summer's embrace,
Molly and Pepper, a memory we trace.
Two loyal hearts, a duo so dear,
Pose in the sun, without a trace of fear.

Under the azure sky, their joy unfurls,
Tails wagging, reflecting the joy of two worlds.
Glistening waters, a mirror so true,
Capturing moments, as memories accrue.

Now, they've journeyed beyond the sun's last gleam,
Yet, in our hearts, they continue to dream.
Their presence lingers, a bittersweet art,
In hurting hearts, forever a part.

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