A View From Brainard Lake

is like a song the angels sing... with melodies from rippling creeks and streams, mountain jay and meadowlark chorus, and swift melt of winter's snow. It is like a painting from God's own palette with emerald lake reflecting deep azure skies, ermine snow-capped Indian Peaks, conifers making camp with heady Christmas aromas. It is like a picnic by the stream that tastes like heaven on a cloud, air crisp-clean as morning dew, families playing together by the shore.... and laughter coming easy. It is like the breeze combing your hair in unfashionable styles, and not caring. It is like the call of serenity from earth's cache of misty nature-bliss...and wishing always to stay.