Yet winter’s weather also seems to bring about an unusual clarity about how different things can look, feel and be. This day no boats glide across the surface of the lake and no white-capped tips of wind-blown waves are visible. The reflection of the mountain and sky in the lake have disappeared. The crisp air chills the skin, invigorating feelings of oneness with the elements. The snow illuminates all that it covers, hiding and yet subtly highlighting by contrast.
The look, feel and smell of the lake presents an entirely different perspective than that seen only months ago — and to be seen again in a few months. Yet it is the same place it was. It still holds the magic of its beauty and natural essence.
I think winter is a time to stop and gain a different perspective, not only of the scenery but of our lives. How does your perspective change in winter?