Sunday, January 6, 2013

Alive

 
 
It's 12 degrees this morning.
The air that fills my lungs is cold and crisp.
The snow beneath my feet crunches.

I love mornings like this.

Not that I love being cold.
I don't.
But it's the kind of morning that reminds you
that you are alive.

It's inescapable.

Steam rises from the birdbath.
The warmth of my breath trails out in a stream of white.
The call of the birds carries through the air,
sharper than usual.

My senses seem heightened.
I feel more.
I hear more.
I sense more.

Yes, I'm alive.
 

23 comments:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

What beautiful writing and a beautiful morning picture!

sparkle100-havealook.blogspot.com said...

Awesome delight pix.

Lynne said...

I like your ALIVE . . . beautiful Jill. Nothing like a crisp Minnesota morning to make iit happen, is there . . .

Maple Lane said...

You really are talented at writing. I can picture it all in my mind's eye. So glad you are back blogging.

Evi @ sexta-feira said...

Amazing! Your writing accompanies the picture beautifully. What an awesome post!

TexWisGirl said...

pure poetry, dear.

Nancy Claeys said...

We went out around 9 am this morning and it was the same temp -- 12 -- but it was sunny and no wind. Just gorgeous!

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Hmmm. I think you handle winter much better than I do :-)

Buttons said...

Oh Jill I love this and I know exactly how you feel. Isn't it wonderful. ALIVE is right. Hug B

Beth said...

I love it!

Michaele said...

living in the moment...

Debbie said...

i was out there too and it felt amazing!!

this is beautiful jill, it described what i was feeling to a "t"!!!

Dianna said...

My neighbor says mornings like that are "fresh"!

Kathy said...

Beautiful Jill, just beautiful!

Ellie said...

Your lovely crisp cold morning sounds wonderful - I could be doing with one of those here. :))

Ellie said...

By the way I had to laugh at your Denny, Danny comment. :))

Chatty Crone said...

I know the kind of morning you are talking about! And I am glad you are alive!

Jackie said...

I could almost feel the cold crisp air as I read your post. It sort of inspires me to get out and start walking in the mornings. I love winter, but I'm not thrilled to be cold, but you can always dress to stay warm :)

Susan said...

I've yet to feel that in the cold. Glad someone is.

Bee Lady said...

It does seem more quiet in the winter, and in the quiet, I find my senses heightened. However, I think I prefer warm summer days!

Cindy Bee

Madi and Mom said...

What an appropriate post for my mom 'cause she said the very same thing this morning...Thank you God for each and every one of my 64 years I am happy to be alive.
thank you
Hugs Madi and mom

Pam ;) said...

You described perfectly how I felt many years ago when we lived in the North.

I loved that feeling but not the cold.

Beautiful post, Jill.

Rosemary said...

Gorgeous picture to go with your words :) Being cold also makes me appreciate the luxury of a heated house.