The first frozen morning of the year dawned, and a thin layer of morning frozen dew nearly fooled my eyes into thinking the first poor snow was falling. But it appears that it is too early for that, even though I would appreciate a high-quality layer of white covering.
The air is crisp, you can feel your nose freezing and steam coming out of your mouth, and people moving in the distance remind you of small steam engines.
The fragile appearance of the plants' edges covered in small white crystals are teasing, to put the boots on, tuck yourself in and give a nice round in the morning sun. It's cold but it's not; you'll feel that eerie coldness when you step into the shade, and your eyes will widen to take in the scattered rays on the wet grass, which sparkle at times.
Frost, the harbinger of winter. I adore how nature has a prelude to each season, preparing the flora and fauna for the impending chilly weather.
I'm on the dock with a cigarette in my hand, the ground is wet, I can't sit, so I'm squatting and enjoying the glassy calm surface of the lake in front of me.
A couple of birds fly through the sky, allowing the wind to carry them.
Easiness...
The reflection lasted as long as his lap around the lake, and then we were on our way back to civilization. The majority of the residents are still in their warm homes, and everything is so peaceful and dreamy.
It is said that everyone has a spirit animal.
My would be an owl.
The irony is that I ended up moving to the area where these howling feathered puffins spend the winter.
In addition to that coincidence, I also have a pair of owl key chains, pajamas, and glasses.
They have one drawback, and I can't really blame them for it: they frequently sneak into the thick boxwood canopy.
I can see you, but you can't see me.
Not this time, this time I managed to peek and throw the lens between the branches. This would be about the closest encounter ever. It's even more ironic that these antisocial jerks tend to congregate in areas with the highest population density. And their tree placement hierarchy is astonishing. You will always see them scattered on the tree, from the highest branch to the lowest.
She gave the look.
I also enjoy their subtle elegance in letting you know that the clicking of the appliance that echoes in the silence is enough. I didn't want to disturb their solitude any further as it was time for someone to leave.
A glimmering of the morning sun, until it was there.
