Upstate New York, the roads are clear. Judy and I walked along the Jim Shug trail yesterday in glorious sunshine. The trail runs beside Dryden Lake and goes on for miles. We spotted a father and his son ice-fishing on the frozen waters and a flock of Canadian Geese had found a small patch of meltwater a long way out. A number of cross country skiers came by using the tracks that had been left by a snowmobile.
Glorious.
Nicholas
While walking on the trail yesterday, the sun shone spectacularly on the snowy ice crystals, giving illumination to each in such a manner as to create almost a sea of tiny diamonds unfolding before us.
We happened upon this leaf, perfectly nestled in the ice, the featherweight of it falling on the powdery, glistening surface had created a small indentation and it, literally, stopped us in our tracks.
As I paused, I was reminded that, often, the smallest things do make profound impressions; an unexpected kindness, a gentle touch, a smile, a dog's grin, the sun breaking through a cloud, the moment tears at a funeral become laughter, as loss and sorrow become shared recollection and memory of the loved one....all of these thoughts were prompted by this golden-veined leaf, the gift of an autumn long gone, dancing with the winter that will soon give way to spring.
And so, on it goes, the cycle of moments...
Judy
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