It’s A Secret
An empty park on a cold morning.
The last days of Autumn, the subtle beginnings of Winter
So. Perfect.
Having that park almost all to myself is definitely my kind of Heaven.
& each season shows it’s powerful uniqueness.
But, there’s something about Winter … there’s just something about Winter.
Have you ever noticed how pretty the trees are this time of year ?
They are bare, bald beauties
& overcast, as it so often is, only intensifies their softness and allows them to be that much more noticeable.
Makes me wish I was an artist.
I’d be pencil sketching those lovelies all the time
& silence.
Humbling silence.
Some days, I shut off my music just so I can enjoy the feeling of quiet.
An occasional bird.
A distant train.
The scampering of critters.
The crunching of leaves.
It’s all so beautifully breathtaking.
& when the sun decides to hang around for a while, to remind her brightness will always be ?
Those shadows are simply amazing.
It’s all so remarkably refreshing.
Oh, & the people I happen to cross paths with all smile the same kind of smile.
As if we are privy to this marvelous, little secret.
An empty park in the wintertime.
shhhhh.
Don’t tell anyone.
Just breathe, acknowledge
& enjoy.
