After a couple weeks of bitter polar colds, it last Sunday suddenly dawned to reveal an unexpectedly pleasant day. And by pleasant, it was still below freezing of course, let's not get carried away. But still - any day when your nose does not instantaneously turn into an icycle is a day to be celebrated. Delta and I, having written off most of January to hibernation, decided this called for a walk in the park.
When we reached the park, we were instantly halted in our tracks. The sheer beauty around us took our breath away. The settled snow muffled away the sounds of the city. Meadows now covered in smooth, untouched snow were broken by solitary squirrel tracks that created a pattern of lacey filigree across the landscape. The snow had settled on the branches, and the trees, weighed down by it, bowed towards the ground. It was as if we had entered the park in a private moment of it's own.
Silently, we strolled around the park, absorbing the beauty of one of winter's finest days yet.
When we reached the park, we were instantly halted in our tracks. The sheer beauty around us took our breath away. The settled snow muffled away the sounds of the city. Meadows now covered in smooth, untouched snow were broken by solitary squirrel tracks that created a pattern of lacey filigree across the landscape. The snow had settled on the branches, and the trees, weighed down by it, bowed towards the ground. It was as if we had entered the park in a private moment of it's own.
Silently, we strolled around the park, absorbing the beauty of one of winter's finest days yet.
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Of course, despite the beauty and poignancy of the moment, it was not beneath me to indulge my infantile snow-angel fantasy.
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