The Ancient One
I peered out the window and spied the fresh blanket of snow that had blown in from the west.
It was odd to see that the roads were clear; it was only the icy lake that nature had nicely dressed.
Not a minute later, as I gazed out the very window, another breeze swept the ice once more clean.
As the air grew warmer, the winds began to polish the ice to the glassiest glass I’ve ever seen.
I went and had a closer look, and saw greys and blacks… silvery shimmers and a touch of blue.
Great beauty made by wind… the ancient one, I like to say; a force gentle to some, harsh to a few.