Winter's Wonderland

As I look out my frosted window my breath fogs it over. My warm fingers ease the minute water droplets away, to reveal mother nature's majesty. Powerlines struggle under the weight of her breath. Winter's icy grip has it's fingers entwined upon the landscape. Brown trees peek through their glassine envelop. The sun's bright rays reflect off the icicled rooftops. Children slip and slide up the hill only to come racing down with shouts of glee. I will enjoy this day looking through the window of my warm and toasty home knowing the day will not last. For now, I will only revel in the beauty of the land.