A moment of zen. A run while the sun peaks through the cloud cover. Walking down to the dock, the first time in months the path is somewhat clear as the layers of snow have started to melt into slush and mud. The lake, frozen, quiet, but in a month we’ll see waves again.
Winter may never be my favorite season, but now, as spring tugs on its tail, I remember the beauty of it too.
Deep breath by the dock. In another three months, I may jump straight into the lake instead.
With Love,
Natalie