"Go as far as you can see; when you get there you'll be able to see farther." ~ Thomas Carlyle
It was still dark when sleepy-eyed and sweater-wrapped, I opened the front door to let my cat out. More effectively than smelling salts, the crisp, bracing air rinsed my sheet-streaked face and sluiced my lungs with a stream of good-mornings.
Invigorated, I became aware of another song overlaying the usual early morning small-town silence. A beautiful birch tree in my front yard is a joy to me in all seasons, greeting me variously with the first new green, bird song and rustling dances with the wind. This morning, this special morning, my birch was singing the rare tune of tinkling crystal. In joyous rapture I stood at the open doorway longer than I should have and returned inside only to warm up and bundle up, and then return to the magical outdoor world.
All days are unique and all should be honoured and loved for their impermanence alone. Some days, though, some days are so very unique and extraordinary, so filled with sensory impressions that they feel like a gift; a treasure.
The sun rose beyond the dense, ice filled air, brightening the white of the sky and slowly revealing a glazed world. A brisk and playful breeze moved through bare branches and dried garden flowers, touching twig and stem with wet fingertips and blowing her icy breath to freeze each droplet with a ting. She capered along, gently lifting and swinging ice coated branches, which responded with charmed and charming laughter, more mirthful I’m sure as they teasingly thwarted my attempts to photograph their rare attire.
Underfoot, once off the treacherous cement walk, the nearly dormant and now encrusted grass gave with a soft crunch. I reluctantly resisted the urge to go barefoot across the lawn on this stiff-brush massager, but, well enough clad, I indulged in a brief lie-down on the exhilaratingly prickly bed.
Soon, the ice in the fog softened and whitened. Mother Nature traded party dress for working clothes and got on with the tasks of the day. The landscape began to turn to a more familiar wintry scene. The laughter quieted. Touched with her goodbye kiss, I was revitalized and renewed by this one singular day, the day that Nature dressed up and paid a brief, special visit to me.