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Catching Crystals in a Mountain Forest

A moment of wonder and beauty as snow flakes dance from the sky.  Catching crystals in my hair and  on my lashes, I pause to breath deeply the fresh air.  My mind strives to take in all this white colored beauty, created out of water turned cold.  Insulating blankets draped over tree branches wait for spring warmth.  My skis leave tracks, but after I pass on, more falling snow will cover every trace of my visit to this mountain forest. I wonder at the silence and carry the peace home.


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  1. HeidiFebruary 18, 2019 at 5:10 AM

    I feel like I can reach into your photo can carry out some peace with me.

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