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:
What beautiful writing and a beautiful morning picture!
Awesome delight pix.
I like your ALIVE . . . beautiful Jill. Nothing like a crisp Minnesota morning to make iit happen, is there . . .
You really are talented at writing. I can picture it all in my mind's eye. So glad you are back blogging.
Amazing! Your writing accompanies the picture beautifully. What an awesome post!
pure poetry, dear.
We went out around 9 am this morning and it was the same temp -- 12 -- but it was sunny and no wind. Just gorgeous!
Hmmm. I think you handle winter much better than I do :-)
Oh Jill I love this and I know exactly how you feel. Isn't it wonderful. ALIVE is right. Hug B
I love it!
living in the moment...
i was out there too and it felt amazing!!
this is beautiful jill, it described what i was feeling to a "t"!!!
My neighbor says mornings like that are "fresh"!
Beautiful Jill, just beautiful!
Your lovely crisp cold morning sounds wonderful - I could be doing with one of those here. :))
By the way I had to laugh at your Denny, Danny comment. :))
I know the kind of morning you are talking about! And I am glad you are alive!
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 :)
I've yet to feel that in the cold. Glad someone is.
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
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
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.
Gorgeous picture to go with your words :) Being cold also makes me appreciate the luxury of a heated house.
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