winter wind scattering snow

"i felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else. And all that is required to feel that is a simple, frugal heart."

Nikos Kazantzakis
Zorba the Greek

This morning the wind rose, blowing wisps of snow in psychedelic patterns across the pond ice. Now the glass surface is emerging again, returning to its pristine state. We call it Nature's Zamboni.