Friday, February 25, 2011

Icy Morning

This is the morning’s view from my office. Given the stimulation of this beautiful vista with its ice-covered branches and silky river reflecting the terrain, why am I not embarking on an the great American novel or writing an inspired poem? Instead, I lounge here by the window, still in my jammies, happy to be staring out the window and watching icicles melt. Besides, the sunlight striking my computer screen has nearly obliterated it. Darn . . . guess I’ll have to continue gazing at this spectacular scene.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

When Nature feels we aren't paying much attention to her she sheaths herself in crystal clear garb to make us focus on her beauty.