Here is a road to heaven that simply demands to be ridden. Higher and higher, verdant fields surrounding you as you climb the pinnacle. Breathe in the air. Observe the Hawk's flight. You are there.
The moon rose so brightly last night that it made my heart skip a beat: it caused my breath to whisper a "Wow."
May it shine brightly on everyone tonight.
Shadows move.
They can bend around corners, stretch out across a street, or (as here) paint a wall with a curved glory that lasts but a moment.
Fleeting ... lovely.
Six tiny trees of ice join together to make a silvery snowflake. Allow a flake to fall onto your tongue and taste water as pure as nature can make. It tingles, no?
So neat.
A walk in the woods is beautiful and quiet. The smell of the evergreens wraps around you like an invisible mist. The trees call your gaze upwards to the heavens.
Look down as well for the forest floor is alive with critters and tiny plants. This is their home.
This morning dawned clear and crisp: a deep blue sky that just yesterday was so gray greeted us who were lucky enough to be awake.
A day like this is a fine present.
You have to admire optimism: It 's both primal and productive.
As the Little Engine said, "I think I can."
I have come to grips with the fact that December brings a close to my lovely Riding Season. Tomorrow I'll ride the Montauk to the shop and say goodbye till Spring.
Snow is on the way, and it will make us happy to go out and play in it. Our cheeks will turn red from the chill. Our hands will dive into warm gloves and mittens.
Fleece lined boots will protect our feet as we walk in the Winter Wonderland humming joyous songs like Sammy Cahn's "Let it Snow."
Be like a child, and the coming Season of Winter will be a season to behold.
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